Dick smiled. "I think so," he replied. "I'll try it out to-morrow. It isn't a play that we could use more than once in a game, Fudge, for its merit lies in its power to surprise the other chap, and he wouldn't fall for it more than once, I guess."
"I don't see why," Fudge objected.
"Think a minute," answered Dick gently. "The quarter kneels to hold the ball and then runs with it. The opponent might think once that it was a bona-*fide placement-kick, Fudge, but the next time he would be on the lookout. And instead of getting sucked in he'd watch the quarter and his backs would go through outside of tackle and smear the pass. But never mind that. It looks promising for a one-*time play and, I believe, it's going to be just what we will want on Saturday. I only wish you'd thought of it before, Fudge."
"So do I. But, say, I've got another one"
"Save it for next season," laughed Dick. "There's no time to teach more plays now. What's the matter with your ear?"
"Some idiot kicked it, I guess." Fudge felt of it cautiously and winced.
"Better bathe it. It's pretty well swollen. Well, thanks for the play, Fudge."
