colors, swung their rattles, and tooted their horns for fully five minutes, while the silence among the Brill contingent was so thick it could be "cut with a knife," as Sam afterward expressed it.
"It's all over," murmured Stanley with a glum look on his face. "Their eleven this year are too heavy for us."
"We can't meet them in mass play, that's certain," was Dick's comment. "If we are going to gain anything at all it must be by open work."
"Tom Rover can take Felton's place," came the order from the head of the team, and Tom at once threw off the blanket he had been using and got into practice with another new man and some others.
Dick felt sore, physically and mentally. He had been roughly used by two of the Roxley players, and had made a fumble at a critical moment. And all during that heartrending first half Dora had not noticed him at all!
The coach did some plain talking to the players while in the dressing-room, and told them of where he thought Roxley might be weak—at the left end.
"Don't mass unless you absolutely have to," were his words of caution. "They have the
