feel each impact as the opposing lines strained against
each other. He cringed inwardly as he heard the smack of Drake's
collision with Barley, who brought the big fellow to earth. Canton's
first down on Trumbull's eighteen yard line!

The first down seemed to give the heavier Canton team new life. They
went to the attack with a savageness which was not to be denied. Using
the sledge-hammer power of Drake ... the Canton team pounded again and
again at the Trumbull line. The players could scarcely be recognized
for the mud with which they were bespattered.

Judd noticed Blackwell, hobbling up and down in his nervous eagerness,
looking appealingly at the coach. But Coach Little shook his head. He
was taking no chances by putting Blackwell in so long as there was no
opportunity of his doing much good. Blackwell's value, in his present
condition, would lie in his offensive ability--if he could be used at
all. Judd wondered why Blackwell wanted to get into such a combat. He
recoiled at the very thought that he might be called upon.

An excited cry directed Judd's attention back to the play of the
moment. The Trumbull line had faltered and the Canton backfield was
through with Drake again carrying the ball. Judd saw Barley brushed
aside as he dove for the runner. Rudolph, the last line of defense,
came dashing in and threw himself at the Canton fullback as he crossed
the goal line. Drake spun around and fell heavily over the goal,
landing solidly upon his tackler. A mighty cheer went up from the
Canton rooters--a cheer which died out in a sudden hush when it was
seen that the tackler did not rise. Trumbull players gathered about
Rudolph. "Water! Water!" A boy near Judd picked up a pail and went
racing out on the field, dabbing a sponge in it as he ran. Judd stared
dumbly at Burton, who said: "That's tough! ... Looks like Rudie's out!"

They carried Rudolph from the field and Blackwell went limping out to
take his place. The Canton team lined up for the try at goal. Rudolph
was regaining his senses and struggling to be in action again. Judd
leaned over toward him. "You're out of it, old man," he said,
soothingly. Judd thought this remark would be a great relief to one
who had received such a jolt as Rudolph. But Rudolph only glared at
him as another cheer told plainly that Canton had kicked goal. Score
seven to nothing ... favor of Canton. Referee's whistle! First
quarter up.

The teams exch