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parents were born,” Cap said.
    “Grown-ups can be weird sometimes,” Candy replied. “Hopefully they'll work it out themselves. They must see that it makes
     all of you guys uncomfortable.”
    “Sure they do,” Cap said, “and I bet each of them thinks it's the other one's fault.” He looked at his sister and shook his
     head. “When Grandpa came upwith this idea of six-man football, I was pumped! I was totally looking forward to it.”
    Candy gave Cap a look of sympathy. “Guess nothing is ever as simple as you hope it'll be. But I still think everything'll
     work out all right. Mr. Cash and Grandpa are good people, after all.”
    Cap nodded agreement. “Sure they are. They're good people who don't like each other much.”

8
    A little fleet of vehicles from Cowpen pulled into the Bee Town school parking lot on the afternoon of the scrimmage. Tully
     had driven his station wagon, Sable Cash had his pickup, and Clete Avery, Mick and Vince's father, had driven too. They had
     taken the whole Panther team, including the practice squad. Even though Candy, Bobby Jo, and Gabe would not be able to play
     in the scrimmage, they wanted to be there.
    In their blue-and-gold uniforms and carrying their spikes, the team walked around the school to where the eighty-yard field
     had been freshly painted. A sign saying HOME OF THE BEE TOWN COBRAS stood by the bleachers, and a man in a sweat suit came forward.
    “Tully Wadell?” he asked, smiling.
    Tully stepped forward. “That's me.”
    “Pleased to meet you. I'm Cal Van Dyke, the Bee Town coach, and our boys will be out in a minute.”
    Sable Cash cleared his throat.
    “Cal, this is Sable Cash, who's been, uh, helping me get our team ready.”
    As they all shook hands, another man came out of the school building and joined them.
    Cal nodded to the newcomer and explained, “Baird Hoskins, one of our teachers, has agreed to be referee today. He grew up
     listening to his dad talk about six-man ball, so he knows the rules. Plus he's officiated at high school games.”
    “We appreciate your help,” said Tully.
    “My pleasure,” said Hoskins, who wore a white cap and T-shirt and carried a whistle and stopwatch. “I'm glad to see this game
     back.”
    “Here they come,” Cal said, gesturing with a thumb toward the school building. Twelve boys in gray uniforms with red trim
     trotted toward them, spikes clattering on the pavement.
    Cap thought they seemed older. Then he decidedit was because they were in uniforms and pads. But there was no denying that Bee Town had
twelve
players to Cowpen's nine.
    Would it matter? Cap wasn't sure. Maybe, on a hot day, the team with more players could stay fresher, but the thing to remember
     was that nine
good
players would beat twelve not-so-good players—and nine
well-coached
players would beat twelve that weren't as well coached.
    But what about a team with
two
coaches who were always getting on each other's nerves? And the nerves of their players, as well?
    Tully and Cal introduced their players to the other team. As each player's name was given, the player stepped forward. When
     Cal Van Dyke called, “Vernon Dewey,” a tall, skinny boy waved a hand, and Hoot nudged Cap's arm.
    “I know Vernon,” Hoot whispered. “He's a friend of my cousin's and I used to play with him when I was little. He couldn't
     put one foot in front of the other without tripping. If he's playing for Bee Town, we'll whip these guys.”
    Cap felt nervous. Tully had said he'd name his starters before the scrimmage began but that theplayers who started today weren't necessarily those who'd start the first real game.
    After the players from both teams shook their opponents' hands, Baird Hoskins whistled for everyone's attention.
    “Most regular rules will apply today. But we won't keep score. The team that wins the coin toss will run fifteen plays. If
     they score during those plays, they get the ball at their thirty-five-yard line and go until they've run