that his brother was apparently to retain his coaching position, if it
actually had hung upon the outcome of this game. "But I mustn't think
of this at all!" Mack told himself at once. "My attitude has got to be
like Dave suggested. I've simply got to forget any family tics. I'm
playing to beat Pomeroy ... not my brother!"

Grinnell kicked off to Pomeroy and the visitors indicated at once that
they intended to retain possession of the ball until the end of the
game if they possibly could. Several first downs in succession ate up
valuable seconds and took the ball to Grinnell's forty-five yard line.

"Hold 'em!" begged and ranted quarterback Bert Henley. "What's the
matter with you guys? Gone to pieces?... Get in there and _hold that
line_!"

More reserves came dashing out from the side lines to help bolster a
Grinnell forward wall which had taken plenty of punishment. These
fresh men drove into the Pomeroy line on the first play and opened a
hole through which Mack Carver darted. He hit an interferer, sent him
spinning and broke up a pass behind the line. The ball went wild with
Mack following into Pomeroy's backfield after it. Three wide-eyed
Pomeroy men were on his heels as he dived for the pigskin and rolled
over with it clutched against his stomach. The three Pomeroy men
landed on him almost together.

"Grinnell's ball on Pomeroy's forty yard line!" announced the referee,
and Grinnell supporters went crazy.

"Great stuff, Mack!" shouted Coach Edward from the sidelines, and Mack,
hearing, could only gulp his joy. The game might be lost but if Coach
Edward only could believe he'd done his best despite the two glaring
misplays ... errors, at least, which he, himself, could never excuse...!

"Your kid brother's playing quite a game out there!" observed a faculty
member to Pomeroy's coach who fidgeted nervously.

"_Quite_ a game?" was the response. "A whale of a game!... I never
saw a kid play in worse luck the first three quarters ... but now he's
making his own breaks ... and am I glad there's only a minute left to
play...?!!"

Mack was thumped joyously on the back by fellow players as he staggered
back in position, holding his side. He had held onto the ball at all
costs and despite a scrambled attempt on the ground to wrest it away
from him.

With only time for about two plays, Quarterback Henley called for a
pass. Frank Meade faded back and shot a long one. Mack, breaking
through with o