he was getting better control of himself. Each little
victory that he won, no matter how much anxiety it had caused, seemed
to lessen the effort he had to put forth the next time. And Judd had
escaped even the slightest injury. Football was not as rough as it
looked and a fellow didn't get hurt every time he fell down. On top of
this he was beginning to develop a fighting blood. He could sense
himself creating an objective and then feel a desire to reach that
objective. If it was the fourth down and they needed three to go, Judd
tried to make the three yards with some to spare. He could see himself
making it and before he got a chance to wonder whether anything would
happen to himself or not, he was in motion. Sometimes he reached the
objective and sometimes not, but it wasn't many minutes before he found
himself facing a new situation that had to be settled. And so it went,
until the scrimmage was over, Judd not sensing any fear until the
actual moment of contact when he was greatly disturbed until he found
that nothing had happened to him.

To Judd, football was a variety of hot and cold sensations. The moment
he could absolutely overcome his apprehension he knew that he would be
able to hit the line hard, that he would be able to run the ends and
that he would take the ball when his signal was called with the proper
snap and drive.

"Billings, I am moving you up to the first squad tonight," said the
coach, deciding. "This will be our last scrimmage before the big game.
We may have need for your toe."

Burton could not conceal his joy. He had taken a liking to Judd ... a
peculiar friendship had sprung up between them ... his contempt for the
great Bob's brother was gone.

Hopes of Trumbull followers were heightened when Jimmy Blackwell put in
his appearance for practice and limped through signals with the team,
his ankle heavily bandaged and supported. Blackwell got away several
kicks but they carried little better than thirty yards. He did not
take any chances in scrimmage.

The first team lined up for scrimmage with Rudolph in the fullback
position. Blackwell, wrapping himself in a blanket, came over to sit
down beside Billings.

"Well, Judd, I hear you've been placed on the first squad," said
Blackwell. There was the trace of chumminess in his voice.

Judd nodded his head, not knowing what to say.

"Looks like we'll need you, too. I understand you've developed into
quite a kicker." Black