the plays in which you've been instructed!"

Mack stared, open-mouthed. "But, Coach, I...!" he started, biting off
the protest.

"I was afraid of that," quarterback Rigsbee mumbled. "But we scored on
the Varsity anyhow. They can't take that away from us! Never mind
that, guys--we'll do it all over again!"

Cut here Alf's optimism encountered its first snag. The Varsity, now
desperate, crashed through the Seconds' line to throw Mack for a four
yard loss. In four downs the Seconds had advanced the ball only to the
nine yard line where it went over. The Varsity tried a running play
which failed to gain and then kicked out of danger. On an exchange of
punts, the Varsity gained twenty yards and put the ball in play on
their twenty-nine yard line.

"Here we go!" they announced.

"Yes--_backward_!" shouted quarterback Rigsbee as the Seconds' line
charged fast and forced a two yard loss.

"Get in there!" ordered the Coach. "You've got to work for your
yardage tonight. I haven't picked out any bed of roses for you Varsity
men. If you're going to stand a chance against Pomeroy you've got to
do better than this!"

"Don't let them shake Frank Meade loose!" pleaded Alf of his determined
Seconds. "Frank depends on Dave's clearing the way for him. Stop Dave
and you stop Frank most of the time!"

"I'll take care of Dave!" volunteered Mack, eyeing his rival for right
halfback. "The coach thinks he's better than I am. All right--this is
a swell time for him to prove it!"

On the first play with Dave running as interference, Grinnell's star
blocking halfback collided with the fellow who thought he was just as
good and Mack's ambitious effort to break up the formation ended in a
nose dive as Frank, carrying the ball, raced down the field for
thirty-seven yards and a first down on the Seconds' thirty-four yard
line.

"I thought you said you'd take care of Dave," chided quarterback
Rigsbee as a dejected Mack picked himself up.

"He won't block me out again!" was all Mack would say as he took his
place behind the line.

"Dave's a tough man to stop," rejoined Alf. "You pick him off right
along and you _are_ good!"

The Varsity was laughing now. Frank's long run had pepped Grinnell's
first stringers up. Quarterback Bert Henley said something in Frank
Meade's car. Frank nodded. It was to be one of Coach Edward's new
plays ... two laterals behind the line with Frank on the ball carrying
end.

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