man."

"You're a whole crowd, Mulvy."

"You're a brick!"

Why the expression, "You're a brick," carries so much weight with boys,
no one can analyze. But among any crowd of real boys, it is the limit of
hero worship.

Frank had nothing to say and no time to say it. His presence there,
fresh and eager for the fight, showed that the incident was passed and
forgotten. The coach patted him on the back, and whispered, "You've got
to save the day, kid, you can do it." And to them all it was, to compare
little things with great, what the Yankees meant to Foch.

The squad on the field looked a different aggregation. And it was
different. The wonderful thing "spirit" had permeated them. It echoed
in the rousing cheers which the Regal supporters gave them.

"Great Guns!" gasped Dick, just as Gaffney in front of the stand shouted
through the megaphone, "A Rah, Rah for Regal." From thousands of throats
came the inspiring, "Regal, Regal! Rah, Rah, Re--gal!"

"Now, fellows, a big Rah Rah for Mulvy!" Most of the spectators had
supposed that Mulvy was crippled and that he was pressed into service as
a last resort. Realizing that an injured gladiator who fights on is a
hero, the response that came from the crowd was tremendous.

"Mulvy, Mulvy, Rah, Rah, Mul. . .vy!"

"Give him another," yelled Gaffney.

Again, louder and more intensely, rang out over the field, "Mulvy,
Mulvy! Rah, Rah, Mul . . . vy!"

The Stanley crowd shot back their yell, "Stanley, Rah! Stanley, Rah!
Rah! Rah! Stan....ley!"

The Stanley squad noticed Mulvy, but most of them thought he was
crippled and would not last long. None guessed the real reason of his
absence in the first half.

Again the whistle blew, the teams took their formation, and with a
mighty kick by Stanley the ball was in play. For a few moments there was
no apparent difference in Regal's play. But soon it was noticed that
they were going like a well-oiled machine. Stanley, too, seemed to be
playing a better game. It was good football all around. They were well
matched. It was to and fro again, but now there was no looseness on
Regal's side. Any gain that was made against them was due to good work
by Stanley, not to poor play by Regal.

Frank was playing well to the rear. All of a sudden Stanley got the
ball, passed it to the fleetest runner, made an opening for him and gave
him a clear field to Regal's line. Only Mulvy stood between him and a
touchdown. The runner was tall and fast,