"Have you anything to suggest?" asks Campbell, with a reverence
which a man in the struggle feels for one who has achieved. The men
are all quiet, listening. But Black knows his place.

"Not in the least. You have a great team, and you are handling them
perfectly."

"Hear that now, will you?" cries little Brown "We're It!"

"Do you think we had better open up a little?" But Black is a
gentleman and knows better than to offer advice.

"I really cannot offer an opinion. You know your men better than I.
Besides, it is better to find out your enemy's tactics than to be
too stuck on your own. Remember, those fellows are doing some
thinking at this blessed minute. Of course," he went on
hesitatingly, "if they keep playing the same close game--well--you
might try--that is--you have got a great defence, you know, and The
Don can run away from any of them."

"All right," said the captain. "We'll feel 'em first, boys. Keep at
the old game. Close and steady till we get inside their heads. Watch
their quarters. They're lightning in a pass."

It turns out that old Black is right. The McGills have been doing
some thinking. From the kick-off they abandon the close scrimmage
for a time, playing an open, dribbling, punting game, and they are
playing it superbly. While they are sure in their catching and
fierce in their tackle, their specialty is punting and following up.
In this they are exceedingly dangerous. For the first ten minutes