“They’ll wake up in the next quarter,” he predicted.  “They’ve both been feeling the other fellow out.  You’ll see that our fellows will start in and try to rush the ends when they come back.  After they’ve spread Chambers’ line a bit they’ll hammer the guards, I guess.  I think Chambers will try to punt into scoring distance and then let loose.”

“A score in each period will be the best either side will do, I reckon,” said Clint.

But Chase shook his head.  “I don’t think so,” he said.  “Maybe there won’t be any scoring in the third period, but you’ll find that the fur will fly in the last.  Only thing is, I don’t know whose fur it will be!”

“Well, I’ll be glad to see some action,” remarked Amy, yawning.  “Compared to tennis this game is a regular ’cold water sit-around’!”

“What’s that?” laughed Clint.

“Oh, that’s a party where you don’t get anything but a glass of water in the way of refreshments, and you sit around in a circle and tell stories.”

“I reckon you’re a big hit at those parties,” said Clint.  “When it comes to telling stories—­”

But the rest of Clint’s remark was drowned by the cheer that went up as the Maroon-and-Grey trotted back around the corner of the grand-stand.  A moment later Chambers returned from her seclusion and her warriors dropped their grey-blue blankets and began to run up and down to stretch their muscles.  Chase watched approvingly.

“An awfully fit-looking lot,” he said.  “I like them rangey, don’t you, Thayer?”

“Yes, I think so.  They do look good, don’t they?  They must average older than our fellows.”

“At least a year, I’d say.  Not much ‘beef’ on any of them.  Hello, Robey’s sending Tyler in at right tackle!  Wonder why.  Trow wasn’t hurt, was he?”

“Hurt!” scoffed Amy.  “How the dickens could anyone get hurt?  He probably fell asleep in the gym and they didn’t like to wake him!”

“Carmine’s gone in for Marvin,” said Clint.

“That means that Robey wants things shaken up a bit.  Marvin’s a good, sure player, but he lacks punch, Thayer.”

“I know.  He doesn’t seem to be able to get the speed out of the fellows that Carmine does.”

It was Chambers’ kick-off and the ball travelled to the five-yard line.  Carmine let it bound out, touched it back and the teams went back to the twenty.  Carmine showed his ginger at once.  His shrill voice barked out the signals impatiently and Kendall set off around his own left end.  The two teams raced across the field, Kendall searching for an opportunity to cut in and finding none until he was almost at the side line.  Then he twisted ahead for a scant three yards and Brimfield cheered.