“I haven’t heard. I hope, though, he will see that your friend Durkin
couldn’t very well avoid that row on Sunday. It seemed to me rather too
bad that he should lose his chance at the scholarship. That is why I
‘butted in,’ Byrd.”

Dreer’s amazement was ludicrous. “You–you mean you’re going to let him
knock me down again?” he demanded incredulously.

“I don’t know,” replied Clint doubtfully. “What would they be doing
there?”

Mr. Daley and Mr. Conklin stepped onto the scene.

“You–you brute!” muttered Dreer. “What do you want me to do? I–I’ll do
anything you say, Byrd.”

unusually fast
Both teams had slowed up in their playing now, for the pace had been
unusually fast. Claflin was caught holding and the ball went once more
into her own territory. Harris and Kendall hammered the tackles for a
first down and St. Clair got off around the right end for seven yards
more. Marvin fumbled and Harris fell on the ball. Harris punted to a
corner of the field and the ball rolled out at the fifteen yards.
Claflin braced then and pushed through for a first down, following it
with a long forward-pass that took the pigskin to her forty-three yards.
A fake-kick failed to gain and her full-back was brought up standing
when he tried Jack Innes’s position. A punt was caught by Kendall on his
twenty-five-yard line and, behind good interference, he dashed back
nearly ten before he was nailed. St. Clair made three off the Blue’s
right tackle and Marvin kicked from position, the ball rolling past the
Claflin quarter to his thirty-yard line, where he managed to secure it
just an instant before Steve Edwards reached him. Two tries netted but
four yards and a punt followed. Marvin caught near midfield and the
half ended.

seeing his embarrassment, Mr
Clint couldn’t have said just how he did feel, and was relieved when,
seeing his embarrassment, Mr. Detweiler went on encouragingly. “Whatever
you do, don’t get scared. Just remember that, while winning from Claflin
is a bigger thing than winning from any other team we’ve met, Claflin
isn’t very different, after all. They may play a little better football,
but they’re just as liable to make mistakes, just as liable to go to
pieces in a pinch. Make up your mind that we’ve got a better team than
they have and that we’re going to everlastingly smear them! And then go
ahead and prove it. You’ll be up against a good man on attack, this
fellow Terrill, but don’t let that make you nervous. Remember that he’s
probably just as much afraid of you as you are of him, Thayer. If you
can get around him a couple of times at the start you’ll have him on the
run for the rest of the game. So jump into him the minute the game
begins and let him see that he’s up against a real hard proposition.
Meanwhile, do your level best to smooth down your playing. You’ve got
the right ideas; just develop them. Make them go. Put a little more hump
into your work. You’ll find you can do about twice as well as you’ve
been doing, if you put your mind on it. And remember too, Thayer, that
I’m looking to you to vindicate my choice of you. Don’t give anyone a
chance to say after the game that I’d have done better if I’d picked
Cupples or Trow for the place. All right. Take care of yourself.” And
Mr. Detweiler gave Clint a parting thump at the gymnasium door.

Chambers’ forty-four yards, and the Maroon-and-Grey supports were
cheering loudly
End attacks, diversified by feints at the line, took the pigskin to
Chambers’ forty-four yards, and the Maroon-and-Grey supports were
cheering loudly. Then Fate interposed and Carmine fumbled, a Chambers
forward falling on the ball.

“Because it wouldn’t be decent,” replied Penny earnestly. “You know
that. A fellow can’t–can’t tell tales, you see.”

Hall
Chambers put in a new left half and Coach Robey sent Gafferty in for
Hall. The latter had been pretty badly treated in the third quarter. The
pigskin was on the Chambers twelve yards now and Carmine and Captain
Innes went back and put their heads together. Then Harris joined them
and the crowd along the edge of the field set up a demand for a
touchdown. “We don’t want a field-goal, Innes! We want a touchdown! Give
us a touchdown! Touchdown! Touchdown!”