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CHAPTER XII
THE BOARD OF STRATEGY
"Home again from a foreign shore," murmured
Lanny as they climbed down from
the car in the Square. "I wonder how the
game came out. Bet you we got licked, Chester."
"I don't believe so. We'll ask somebody." He looked about him but caught sight of no one he knew. "There'll be some of the fellows in Castle's, I guess. Come on in. Want a soda?"
"No, thanks. I must be getting home. I'll call up Gordon on the 'phone and find out. Will you be around at Dick's after supper?"
"Yes. Wait a minute, Lanny! There's Fudge Shaw in there. He'll know about the game."
Lanny, who had started toward the crossing on his way home, rejoined Chester and together they pushed through the crowd at the doorway of the pop-
