them, either. Every fellow knows what they are. But Socialists"
The gong announcing the termination of recess broke in on Fudge's remarks and the two got up from the coping and hurried back to school.
"Tell you what you do, Fudge," said Dick, with a smile. "You make believe that the other team are the Anarchists and that this 'Young Sleuth' is the quarterback on your eleven. That'll lend a certain romantic interest to the thing, and I guess you have to have that to bring out your best efforts."
"That's a good idea," commended Fudge interestedly. "I'll bet you if 'Young Sleuth' had been a quarterback he'd have shown some slick work!"
It was the last day of October, and but two games remained on Clearfield's schedule before the final contest; that with Lesterville four days hence and one with Weston Academy a week later. The High School graduates had failed to get a team together and George Cotner had fortunately secured Weston for the date. Weston, the team which Lanny and Chester Cottrell had seen in action at Springdale, promised to give Clearfield just the sort of a battle needed in its final stage of preparation, one which, while not too strenuous, would thor-
