“Thayer,” answered Clint.

And Brimfield held them. At least, Brimfield held all but one of them.
It was unfortunate that that one should have been the one who had the
ball! Just what really happened was a matter of discussion for many
days. It occurred so suddenly, with such an intricate mingling of backs
and forwards, that Brimfield was unable then or later to fathom the
play. Even from the side line, where Coach Robey and a dozen or more
substitutes looked on intently, that play was puzzling. All that seemed
clear then or afterwards was that the ball did actually go to the
drop-kicker, that that youth swung his leg in the approved fashion, that
one of the backs–some said the quarter, while others said one of the
halves–ran back and took the pigskin at a hand-pass, and that
subsequently a tackle who had played on the end of the line was seen
tearing across the goal line well toward the other side of the field.
There had undoubtedly been a lateral pass, perhaps two, but the Morgan’s
players had so surrounded the play that the whole thing was as
unfathomable as it was mysterious and as mysterious as it was
unexpected. The one fact that stood out very, very clearly was that the
enemy had scored a touchdown. And, although she afterwards failed to
kick the goal, she had accomplished enough to humble Brimfield. In the
two minutes remaining the home team played desperately, trying its
hardest to secure the ball and get away for a run. But the visitors
refused to yield possession and the whistle sounded a defeat for the
Maroon-and-Grey.

“What are you going to have?” asked Amy presently.

“Yes,” Clint replied, jumping into place. Kingston, a heavily-built,
shock-headed youth whom Clint knew well enough to nod to, played left
guard. “Hi!” he said as Clint poised himself in the line. “Use your arms
and turn him in, boy!”

“Just wondered. Of course, as you’re running the thing you’ll naturally
get first place, Amy. I was curious to know who you’d decided on for
second man.”

“You bet there are!” asserted Black. “There are jays and parrots!”

“Two,” replied Penny, smiling. “We were sorry the cops butted in, for
Williams would have given him a fine licking, I guess. He’s just the
sort of chap Dreer would naturally take up with.”

Clint listened to the signal. “Full-back straight ahead through centre,”
he said.

“Don’t be a fool, Durkin,” begged Clint. “You can see it’s a put-up job!
Let me attend to it, won’t you?”