d that
Saturday you were going to beat Delmar. He said you were going to do
it because he was going to see you through. Outside there, to-day,"
with a wave of the hand toward the stadium, "There are eighty thousand
people, one of the greatest football gatherings that ever attended a
game in America, hushed and waiting to see what account John Brown's
team gives of itself. Throughout the country telegraph keys will click
your every play and radios will tell the story to countless thousands.
To-day you hold within your palms the opportunity for achieving
Elliott's greatest athletic triumph and at the same time immortalizing
the name of Coach John Brown. Does John Brown live ... or does John
Brown die...?"

Another urgent blast came from the referee's whistle. A motion from
Red Murdock and eleven grim-jawed men shot from the club-house. A
great murmuring hum arose as the team burst upon the field--then an
involuntary cheer as the game got under way with Delmar kicking off.

Highly strung and nervously eager, Elliott took the kick-off on her
seven yard line and advanced the ball, under splendid interference, for
nineteen yards before being downed. The man with the ball had been Tim
Mooney and the stands echoed his name though the cheering sections were
dumb. On the first play, as a price for her over-anxiety, Elliott was
penalized five yards for being off-side. The next play netted but two
yards, an attempt through Delmar's sturdy line. Then the ball was
snapped to Elliott's star fullback and Mooney--every nerve pulsating
with the desire to give his all--fumbled. A mad commotion of flying
legs and arms ... a moment of breathless suspense as the arms and legs
were untangled ... a mighty groan of disappointment from the
crowd--scarcely three minutes of play over and Delmar in possession of
the ball but twenty-three yards from Elliott's goal!

The recovered fumble was too good an advantage for Delmar to pass up.
Employing a crushing style of attack, directed furiously and
unmercifully at the lighter Elliott line--Delmar commenced her first
march toward a touchdown. It took just five plays to put the ball
across despite the most heroic efforts of Elliott to resist Delmar's
steam roller offensive. Delmar added the point after touch down by a
kick from placement, giving her an early lead of 7 to 0.

Convinced now that they were in for the witnessing of a massacre, the
stands sat dejectedly considering how foolish