"I guess Riverside's pretty weak," said Tom. "What's she done this season, anyway?"
"I don't know much about her," answered Loring, "but 41 to 0 is an awful score! It looks as if Wolcott might still have an edge on us, Tom. What I don't understand, though, is about that fellow Grosfawk. He played only part of the time yesterday, and nothing is said about him. I thought he was Wolcott's particular wonder, and that they were building a bunch of plays around him."
"It is sort of queer," said Tom. "The way they tell it here, Grosfawk was the whole thing last year when they played us. This year you don't hear anything about him."
"He's only a substitute, as I figure it," remarked Clif. "You see him getting in now and then, but he's never in the first line-up."
"Maybe it's strategy," Tom offered. "Maybe they're trying to make us think he's not much so we won't worry about him. Then they'll start him, and he will run rings around us, like last year."
"Well, I suppose Mr. Otis knows what's doing," said Loring. "Mr. Hilliard, and the fellows who went over yesterday to see Wolcott play, have probably brought back some dope."
"'Pinky' is all right," observed Tom, "but it seems to me that 'G. G.' ought to have gone himself. By the way, they say he didn't come back to school."
"Who, Pinky? I saw him at prayers this morning," said Clif.
