at's what I call putting a fellow on the spot," sympathized Dave
Morgan, sauntering up. "If you can't think of a good answer, Mack--I
suggest the old reliable 'yes and no'."

Fellow team members laughed.

"Hey, Mack!" called fullback Steve Hilliard. "Isn't your brother
handicapped with poor material this year? His team's not done so well
... sort of an in and out eleven ... one Saturday looking like a world
beater ... the next Saturday looking like a bunch of dubs. What's the
low-down?"

"You fellows know as much about it as I do," replied Mack, reluctant to
venture a comment. "For one thing, I think my brother's team has
played the stiffest schedule in their history ... and he's had trouble
keeping them at their peak every game. But Pomeroy's liable to make
plenty of trouble for us--as usual."

"Meaning you think we still can't take them over?" pressed Frank,
jovially.

"We'll have to go some!" was Mack's well guarded opinion.

"Which leaves us just where we were before," summarized Frank. "Too
bad, guys! Here we've got a man--the actual brother of Pomeroy's
coach--and he can't give us a better inside on what to expect. Was for
two years on the squad, too!... I was hoping he could tell us all of
Pomeroy's weaknesses and what his brother might be having up his
sleeve. But now it begins to look like 'no soap'!"

"Don't you even know his standard plays?" joshed Steve. "If you know
the formations, you might tip us off so we could shift to meet them."

"I'd have to be in the line-up to do that," said Mack. "Each play
would have to be diagnosed. Even then I wouldn't want to do it."

"Why not?"

"Wouldn't seem hardly fair--taking advantage of what I know about my
brother's plays ... or system."

"All's fair in love and football," kidded Steve. "Shouldn't think that
would make any diff. Your brother has scouts out, trying to discover
what he can about us. Our coach has scouts giving your brother's team
the once-over. So there you have it! Fellows have changed colleges
before. You're entitled to bring what you know about football at
Pomeroy to Grinnell. Why be close-mouthed about it?"

Mack shook his head decisively.

"As far as my football in Pomeroy is concerned," he gave answer, "it's
a closed book. I'm here at Grinnell just as though I'd come here at
the start. Of course I can't forget, with the Pomeroy game coming up,
that my brother's coach of the team and that I'm really opposing hi