CHAPTER XV.
AND TELLS OF A DREAM Mills's face lighted up, and he stretched forth an eager hand.
"Good for you, Burr! Let's see it.

Hold on, though; sit down here first and give me those sticks.

There we are.

Now fire ahead." "If you don't mind, I'd like to tell you all about it first, before I show you the diagram," said Sydney, his eyes dancing.
"All right; let's hear it," replied the head coach smiling.
"Well," began Sydney, "it's been a puzzler.

After I'd seen the second playing tackle-back I about gave up hopes of ever finding a--an antidote." "'Antidote's' good," commented Mills laughingly.
"I tried all sorts of notions," continued Sydney, "and spoiled whole reams of paper drawing diagrams.