We can take it to that first new cross street, whatever its name is, and then back by Common Street to the field. We won't meet a soul. Besides, it's going to take some time to go all over that ground with the thing. It's slower than Dick's runabout!"
"Cast no aspersions on Eli," warned Dick. "We might have a race, you and I, eh? You in your—what make is it, by the way?"
Lanny chuckled. "Well, it's not very big," he said, "and so I guess maybe it's a Ford!"
"Who's going along with us?" Gordon asked.
"Just Way. Seeing that he's manager"
"Yes, and we may need someone along whose dad has a little money in case we get caught! Will you fellows come here, then, about nine?"
"You'd better leave me out of it," said Dick. "I'm willing to share the responsibility but I wouldn't be any use to you. I'm an awful blunderer when I try to stump around in the dark."
"You could go in Eli," said Gordon, "and take me along."
"Nothing doing! You'll walk ahead and lug the lantern," declared Lanny. "There's no reason why Dick should bother to come. Besides, if there did happen to be any trouble about it afterwards, he'd
be much better out of it. A football coach isn't
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