als and plays too.
Teach Billings what you can."

Burton did not question Coach Little. He had learned to obey orders.
And besides, Burton had to admit--secretly--that his estimation of
Billings had been raised. He had called upon Judd to carry the ball at
least half of the time. Each time Judd had responded. True, he made
no startling gains, his greatest being six yards--but Burton had been
expecting an exhibition somewhat similar if not worse than Billings'
first sorry showing. Tonight, however, Judd kept coming. The fault,
as Burton saw it, was that he stopped for a moment just as he was about
to hit the line; he slowed up as he went to circle the ends; he did not
take the ball soon enough. But when Burton thought of the farmer boy's
kicks, a glint of admiration came into his eyes. Why, even Blackwell
could do no better. And Blackwell was about the best football player
since the great Bob!

"Billings, the coach wants me to give you the dope on the signals and
plays," Burton said to Judd, as they left the dressing room for the
street. It was Judd's turn to be surprised. He felt miserable. Every
second in scrimmage had been agony. He had played like one in defense
of one's life and had used what to him was the utmost caution. He
could not help stopping just before hitting the line; he could not keep
from slowing up as he circled the ends; it took him just an instant to
make himself take the ball each time his signal was called. And when
it came to kicking, his only thought had been to get the ball as far
away from him as possible. He loathed physical contact. No one had
spoken to him outside of Burton. Judd imagined that they all were
conscious of his showing the white feather. The first team men seemed
especially hostile. They had received a tongue-lashing from the coach
for their inability to run the score up. Of course he could not know
that they were a bit resentful at him for having thwarted their scoring
attempts by his unusual kicking.

Judd made arrangements with Burton to meet him and go over the signals.
As they parted, Burton asked him, "Say, why don't you get out to the
field early? You don't have a last hour class. And practice kicking
... practice drop kicking and place kicking. You've got a good toe.
It might be that..."

A warm feeling passed through Judd. He was grateful for the interest
shown in him. It helped to have someone believe that he could do
something. Judd hes