Friday evening each young man who was scheduled as being even likely to play the next day studied over the signals at home, then, under orders, burned his copy of the code.

Saturday morning the squad met for some more practice, though not much.
"I believe all of us are in trim now, sir," Captain Prescott reported to the coach.

"I am rather sure all of our men know the new signals by heart, and there'll be no confusion.

But, of course, for the first game, the old snap of our recent practice will be missing.
It has been a hard blow to us." "If we have to lose to-day's game," muttered Mr.Morton, "I'll be almost satisfied to lose it to Tottenville, after the manly and straightout conduct of Mr.Jarvis!" "That same line of thought would make us content to go through a losing season, for all the fellows in other towns who received that betrayed code sent the information right back to us," smiled Prescott.

"But we're not going to lose to-day's game, Mr.Morton, nor any other day's.