ghting for Bartlett and for
me!"

A tremendous roar swept across the field as the two teams trotted upon
the gridiron for the beginning of the second half.

Judd was given another cheer by the Bartlett stands. He seemed totally
oblivious of it all.

Benz shouted to him. "Rube, they're cheering you!"

"Are they?" was the rube's careless rejoinder.

The coach had told him to watch Gordon and Judd intended above all else
to follow instructions closely.

Pennington kicked off. Judd watched the ball sail into the air; then
realized, with a sudden start, that it was coming to him! He braced
himself for the catch. Benz and Potts shot past him.

"Follow us!" they shouted.

The stands were yelling wildly. Judd dodged in behind his
interference. He crossed three white chalked lines without trouble.
Then the interference crumpled and went down in a heap. Judd saw a
big, dark looking face come close to his own, and eager outstretched
arms. Instinctively he stuck out his hand and the face vanished. But
another and yet another figure loomed up ahead! Judd turned to the
left hoping to escape, but he was struck by two tacklers, one from each
side. He crawled to his feet with team-mates thumping him on the back,
and looked about him. The ball was on Pennington's forty-five yard
line. Judd had made a twenty-five yard run!

He had barely time to catch his breath. Neil was yelling signals and
the next play came straight through his position. Judd strained every
muscle, felt the opposing line give, and saw Benz shoot through for a
six yard gain. A succession of plays gave Bartlett first down!

But Pennington was fighting desperately. Although Bartlett rushed the
ball to the twenty yard line it went over on downs and Pennington
punted out of danger.

The greater part of the quarter was very evenly contested. The ball
changed hands many times, neither team being able to gain consistently.
Judd's great defensive work, he seeming to be in the heart of every
play, helped wonderfully toward breaking the backbone of the Pennington
offense.

In the latter part of the quarter, with the ball in Bartlett's
possession on the fifty yard line, Benz negotiated a pretty twenty yard
run around the left end of the line. While making a sharp turn to
avoid a tackle, however, Benz sprained his right ankle. Time was taken
out and the ankle bandaged up.

This was a serious blow to the team as Benz had been called into
servic