"Well, you saw how it went yesterday," said Lanny.
"I didn't see it tried out before an opponent," answered Chester dryly. There was silence for a moment. Then:
"Well, if you fellows think it isn't going to make good, cut it," said Dick. "I may be all wrong about it. And, as Chester says, we didn't have a chance to try it in a scrimmage."
"Mind you," said Chester, "I haven't got cold feet on it. That is, I'll try it, all right, and make it go if it can be done. Only thing I say is that I don't see how it's going to fool the other fellow!"
"As Dick says," observed Lanny, "it's a risk, but we've got to take risks to-morrow. I say use it."
"All right. That's good enough for me," agreed Chester cheerfully. "If it does go, it'll go hard; I'll say that for it!"
After the others had gone, bidding him good night rather soberly on the porch, Dick took himself to bed. But sleep didn't come readily to-night. There was too much to think of. He wondered over and over if he had done wisely here or well there, wondered for the hundredth time if his plans, his methods, his strategies were to be crowned with
