request, Sydney Burr pushed open the door and swung himself in on
his crutches.

The boy's face was alight with eagerness, and his eyes sparkled with
excitement; there was even a dash of color in his usually pale cheeks.
Mills jumped up and wheeled forward an easy-chair. But Sydney paid no
heed to it.

"Mr. Mills," he cried exultantly, "I think I've got it!"

"Got what?" asked the coach.

"The play we want," answered Sydney, "the play that'll stop Robinson!"



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.