thed younger brother,
"Hello, Judd! What are you doing standing here? The crowd's calling
for you. I supposed you'd gone out. Hurry up! Don't stop to argue.
It's time for play to begin again. I'll see you at the end of the
first half. Save the game, old man!"

Without a word Judd ripped off his jersey and dashed out upon the
field. So Bob was here! And Cateye laid out! And,--Bartlett was
being beaten! Well, he'd do his best to please Bob and Cateye, but how
could he save the game? "Gosh!" thought Judd, "The game's lost
already!"

Nevertheless he jumped peppily into Cateye's position. Just as his
presence had inspired the second team so did his presence now cause new
life to appear in the varsity.

Benz rushed up to Judd, throwing an arm about his shoulders. What did
this mean? Another trick? But--no--it couldn't be----! that look in
Benz's face and then--Benz was holding out his hand! Judd gripped it
in a daze as the stands roared. All this action took place in two
minutes time but to Judd it seemed like hours. So much had happened in
those two minutes! And here Judd found himself actually playing in
Cateye's position, something he had vowed that he would never do!
Besides this, Benz had become his friend. Wonder of wonders!

But Judd had no more time to contemplate. The referee's whistle
shrieked, and he became painfully aware that he was in the direct path
of the onslaught. He braced himself; hit the opposing line low, and as
a mass of legs passed over him he grabbed an armful and hung on. The
roar in the stands became a rumble. Judd had stopped the great Gordon
without a gain!

He staggered to his feet, a numb feeling in one hand, and Benz patting
him joyfully on the back.

"Get him just once more, Rube, old man," yelled Benz, in his ear, "and
it'll be our ball!"

Judd crouched in his position, his whole being concentrated on one
object, Gordon. Would they use him again? Or might Pennington resort
to some trick play to put the ball across?

Judd saw Knapp look at Gordon as he knelt to receive the ball; he saw
the ball snapped back; saw Gordon dash forward and apparently take it
from Knapp's hands, plunging into the other side of the line. All was
confusion. All were mislead but Judd. He burst through his side of
the line just as Gordon started forward. He saw the fake pass; saw all
his team-mates lurch toward the right in a frantic effort to stop the
much feared Gordon. But