to discover that we've such a sneak in Gridley High School. I'm
fearfully upset. I wish I had any kind of evidence on which to
find this sneak."

"Have you any suspicions?"

"That would be too much to say yet."

"Of course, Mr. Prescott," continued the Tottenville youth, "you'll
now have to revise all your signals. It will be a huge undertaking
between now and Saturday. If you wish to postpone the game, I'll
consent. Our coach has authorized me to say this."

"I think not," replied Dick, "though on behalf of the team I thank
you. I'll have to speak to our coach, and Mr. Morton is in his
classroom, occupied until the close of the school session."

"I'll meet you anywhere, Mr. Prescott, after school is over."

"You're mighty good, Mr. Jarvis," murmured Dick gratefully. "Now,
by the way, if we're to catch the sneak who has done this dastardly
thing, we've got to work fast. We ought not to let the traitor
suspect anything until we're ready to act. Mr. Jarvis, do you
mind leaving here promptly, and going to 'The Morning Blade' office?
If you tell Mr. Pollock that you're waiting for me, he'll give
you a chair and plenty to read."

"I'm off, then," smiled Jarvis, rising and reaching for his hat.

"I want to shake hands with you, Jarvis, and to thank you again