"But, fellows, you win to-morrow's game and you shall all hear just what the man on the clubhouse steps said." "Win ?" retorted Tom Reade.

"Dick Prescott, with a bribe like that before us, we're bound to win! We couldn't do anything else." Then they went further into the woods.

Dick had brought his players here in search of peace, quiet and nerve rest.

Had he had even one prophetic glimpse of what was ahead of some of them that afternoon it would have been far better to have remained in town..