good plays for us, Fudge. Ever try that sort of thing?"
Fudge shook his head. "No. You mean trick plays?"
"Not exactly. Leave the 'tricks' out of them. Just a good play that will put the man with the ball where he can gain through the other fellow's line, or around it, Fudge. Imagine you're the quarterback and want a score like anything. Locate the opposing players and then scheme to get through them. You know your rules, don't you?"
"Y-yes, I guess so. Most of 'em, Dick. What—what kind of a play would you want?"
"A play that'll gain ground. Any kind of a play that we can use, Fudge. I don't know that you'll have any luck, but it occurred to me that if you could apply some of the ingenuity you display in writing these stories of yours to the problem of devising a play to use against Springdale you might hit on something."
"I don't mind trying it," said Fudge with growing interest. "You have to have a checker-board and checkers, don't you?"
"I don't believe those things are absolutely necessary," answered the coach, with a smile. "Take a
