e!" warned Alf Rigsbee as he saw the shift. His Seconds
were all eyes and they needed to be for the passes which followed left
them momentarily dazed. The pigskin changed hands with bewildering
speed behind the line and Frank finally emerged with Dave running
interference, dashing around right end. Most of the Seconds had been
pulled in on the play but Mack, studying the shift closely, hazily
recalled that this was another of the plays he had seen diagrammed.

"Frank around right end!" he exclaimed, "that play looked like a nifty
when they ran through it last night. But I'll nail Frank this time!"

Racing to his left, Mack rapidly loomed in front of the fast traveling
Frank who was shielded by his interferer, Dave, running a step ahead
and in front of him. Dave, seeing Mack coming, prepared for the
impact. Mack, eyes only for Frank, charged savagely, intending to
brush Dave aside and keep on going until he had brought Frank to the
ground with a diving tackle. What actually happened was extremely
jolting to Mack. He hit Dave but did not tumble him. Instead it was
he who rebounded and Dave continued on. Mack, rolling over, painfully,
saw Dave go on down the field to bowl quarterback Alf Rigsbee, playing
safety, out of the way and leave Frank with a clear path to the goal
line.

"Great work!" Mack heard Coach Edward complimenting Dave. "That's what
I call 'interference'!"

The Varsity lined up in front of the Seconds' goal line with Dave
holding the ball while Frank place-kicked the point after touchdown. A
chagrined Mack Carver could only turn to Alf and declare: "The score
should have been a tie if that touchdown of ours hadn't been
disallowed."

Alf shrugged his shoulders, expressively. "What do we care?" was his
answer. "It's only practice!"

To Mack, however, his entire efforts seemed to have been punctured like
a toy balloon. He had tried to put more fight in his play. He had
tried, moreover, to show the coach that Dave was not so hot as a
blocking back. But he had actually only served to further demonstrate
Dave's great ability to dump would-be tacklers. This scrimmage had
been more than practice to him--it had been a final testing of
abilities he had claimed to have which he apparently did not possess.
The coach would probably discount the runs he had made while
impersonating Pomeroy's star back, Dizzy Fox. He had already
discredited the touchdown scored on a trumped up play, despite its