“Not me,” replied Mr. Dana; “I know better. I’m going to try to solve a mystery, Payson.”
The coach nodded and went on, and Mr. Dana and Kendall skirted the back of the stand until they reached the edge of the links. Then Mr. Dana turned to Kendall.
“Now pull your coat and vest off, turn up your trousers and show me, Burtis!”
“Kick it, sir?” asked Kendall wonderingly.
“Kick the stuffing out of it! See how near you can come to putting it over there by that red flag.”
Kendall threw aside coat and vest, took a good[322] reef in his precious gray trousers at the bottoms and took the ball. “Drop-kick, sir?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Kendall poised2 the ball in his hands, judged distance and direction, took a step, dropped the pigskin and met it fairly with his toe. It was a fairly good kick, the ball traveling some thirty-five yards or more before it struck, but it landed twenty or thirty feet away from the flag. He turned apologetically to Mr. Dana.
“That wasn’t very good, but you see I haven’t kicked for two or three weeks. Shall I try it again?”
“Yes, try a placement.”
Mr. Dana led the way with long strides to where the ball lay and picked it up. “I’ll hold it for you,” he said. “Make it straight and goal-high, Burtis. Suppose you were kicking from the thirty yards.” Mr. Dana dropped his cane3, tossed his hat beside it and stretched himself out on the turf. Then with the ball lengthwise between his hands he waited directions.
“I—I never had anyone hold it for me,” said Kendall dubiously4. “Will you put it more that way, please?”
“How’s that?”
“All right, I guess.” Kendall stepped forward, swung and the ball shot away, turning on[323] its shortened axis5, straight and true. Mr. Dana, poised on one knee, watched. Had there been a crossbar within thirty-five yards that ball would have gone over it with room to spare. Mr. Dana arose, brushed his knees and elbows lightly and shook his head. Kendall saw and was humble6.
“It’s awfully7 hard to judge, Mr. Dana, when there aren’t any lines to go by. I’ll try again, if you like.”
Mr. Dana eyed him thoughtfully. Finally,
“I’ll tell you frankly8, Burtis, that your form is miserable9, but that’s something that can be easily mended. If you swung freer from your hip10, kept your knee locked tightly, you’d get another ten yards, I believe. But I’m not finding any fault, my boy. I used to be a pretty good kicker in my day, but I couldn’t have equaled that last one before my freshman11 year in college. Let’s try a couple more if you’re not tired.”
“I’m not tired at all,” Kendall answered, trying to hide the pleasure he felt, “but I’m a little stiff yet.”
“All right; we’ll get rid of some of that stiffness.”
Ten minutes later Mr. Dana, satisfied, told Kendall to get his coat and vest. Then they went back to the field. On the way Mr. Dana said: “Burtis, I ought to apologize to you.[324] When you told me you’d done seven out of ten from the thirty-five-yard line I—well, frankly, I thought you were spreading it a bit thick. After what you’ve shown me, though, I don’t doubt it. The one thing I don’t understand is why Payson hasn’t had you in training. Well, I wonder how the fortunes of war are going. You go back to your bench, Burtis, and have a rest. I want to see Payson.”
He found the coach down opposite the play, crouching12 low and pulling gently on a pipe that had long since gone out. Broadwood had kicked her goal and Yardley had the ball near the Green’s forty yards. Mr. Payson looked up as the other knelt beside him.
“Hello,” he said. “Have you noticed that quarter-back of theirs, Dana? He’s going to make the All-American some day if he keeps on the way he’s started.”
“That so? I hadn’t noticed him especially.” Yardley lost the ball on downs and Broadwood punted. “Think we can do the trick, Payson?”
“I doubt it. Our fellows are getting pretty tired. Watch this now. Simms has got it.” The little quarter-back skirted the end and made his twenty-yard gain, while the stand behind them shrieked13 wildly. Then Fayette got through for twelve, and the coach took his pipe from his[325] mouth, tapped the ashes out carefully and replaced it between his teeth. Mr. Dana, watching sympathetically, smiled. He knew pretty well how the coach was feeling just then, for he had been through it himself.
A minute or two later came Fayette’s fumble14, Broadwood’s punt and Stearns’s clever run after the catch.
“Time must be getting short,” said Mr. Dana. The coach nodded.
“I guess so. Not more than five or six minutes, I suppose. A clean forward pass might help now.”
But Simms was using his backs and Broadwood was steadily15 losing ground. Then came Simms’s run around the left end of the line and the ball lay on the thirty-five yards. Seven more by plunges16, and time out for Stearns. Mr. Payson looked, walked up the line and called “Greene! Hurry up!” When the substitute ran up to him he only said: “All right. Send Stearns out. You know what to do. Tell Simms to plug away.”
“Wouldn’t it be a good idea to try a field goal?” asked Mr. Dana. “There can’t be more than a couple of minutes left.”
“Haven’t a man who could come within twenty feet of the bar,” replied Mr. Payson shortly.
“Not out there you haven’t,” said Mr. Dana.[326] “But there’s a chap back there on the bench who could probably do it for you.”
Mr. Payson turned with a frown. “Who do you mean?” he asked.
“Burtis, of the Second.”
“Never heard of him. Someone’s been stringing you. Three fresh men for Broadwood, eh?” He puffed17 hard at his empty pipe. The whistle blew and the lines crouched18 again.
“No, I know what I’m talking about,” continued Mr. Dana quietly. “He’s sort of a protégé of mine. I’ve just had him back of the stand and he made two or three drops and placements of anywhere from thirty-five to forty-five, Payson.”
“What! Are you crazy, Dana?”
“No.”
The coach took his eyes from the scrimmage for one short moment. “Bring him here,” he said curtly19.
Mr. Dana hurried back to the center of the field, his gaze searching the benches for Kendall. But Kendall was not to be seen.
“I’m looking for Burtis,” he said anxiously to some of the substitutes. “The coach wants him.”
The fellows shook their heads. “Don’t know him, sir. What’s he like?” asked one, eager to assist.
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“He was on the Second,” replied Mr. Dana impatiently.
The boy who had spoken hurried down to where the Second Team men sat. “Any of you fellows know who Burtis is?” he demanded.
“Burtis! Yes, he was here a while ago. Want him?”
“He went up into the stand about five minutes ago,” volunteered another. He stood up and turned toward the crowd beyond the rope. “Burtis!” he bellowed20 at the top of his lungs. “Burtis wanted!”
In the middle of the stand a boy arose uncertainly and looked down. Mr. Dana saw him and beckoned21 impatiently. And when Kendall had wormed his way to the bottom he was over the rope and was pulling him along.
“Payson wants you,” he said. “Here, pull off that coat and vest. Who’s got a sweater to loan?” Several of the substitutes jumped to their feet.
“Take this, sir!”
“Thanks!” Mr. Dana selected one and tossed it to Kendall. “Get into it,” he said quickly. “Look after these things, somebody.” He tossed Kendall’s beloved gray coat and vest helter-skelter in the direction of the bench. “Come on,” he said.
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Simms had just been buried under the big form of the Broadwood left guard when they reached Mr. Payson.
“Here’s your man, Payson,” announced Mr. Dana.
“Dana says you can kick,” he said inquiringly.
“Yes, sir, some.”
“Were you on the Second?”
“Yes, sir, for awhile.”
“Think you could go in there now and put that ball over the goal for us?”
Kendall looked and shook his head slowly.
“Thought so,” he said.
“Wait a minute,” said Mr. Dana as the coach turned his attention to the field again. “What do you mean, Kendall?” he asked sternly. “The ball’s on the twenty-eight yards. That’s not a hard kick.”
“No, sir, only I—I’ve never tried to kick in a real game, and—”
“You’re afraid!” sneered25 Mr. Dana. “I thought you had some spunk26!” Kendall colored[329] and stared miserably27 before him. “Do you mean that you’d rather see Broadwood win than go out there and try to make an easy goal like that!”
“No, sir,” replied Kendall. “I’ll try.”
Mr. Dana looked at the coach. Mr. Payson hesitated for a moment. Then he took his pipe from his month and dropped it into his pocket.
“All right,” he said. “Go in there, send Greene out and tell Simms I say you’re to kick a goal. And you do it, do you hear?”
“I’ll try, sir,” replied Kendall.
“Report to the referee28 first, Burtis,” said Mr. Dana, clapping him on the back. “And just forget that there’s anyone near you. Make believe you’re kicking just to show me what you can do, my boy. Never mind what’s ahead of you. Watch the ball and boost it a good one!”
And Kendall, very frightened, ran onto the field.
“Change signals!” cried Simms. “Kick formation!”
Kendall stepped back slowly, measuring the distance, and dug his heel in the turf. Simms scuttled29 back and dropped to the ground.
“Hold hard now!” cried Dan.
There was a great silence. The stands held[330] their breath and even the players settled into quiet. Only the sound of their labored30 breathing came to Kendall as he dropped further back.
“Thirty-one! Sixty-four!” cried Simms. “Seventeen! Eight—”
Back came the ball to his hands. He turned it end up, canted it a trifle, settled it to earth. Kendall stepped forward. He had forgotten that the enemy, desperate and determined31, were waiting to throw themselves upon him. He only saw the ball and, dimly, the whitewashed32 posts straight ahead. The lines broke. Broadwood came rushing through. Canvas rasped against canvas. Inarticulate cries filled the air. Kendall’s toe met the ball squarely below the lacing. Somebody plunged33 against him and he went over backward.
But the ball went true, safe over the upstretched hands of the leaping Broadwood forwards, straight up and up, turning leisurely34 in its flight, over the crossbar!
Later, when Kendall, somewhat dazed, sat again on the bench with a dozen fellows questioning and laughing about him, the game paused a moment and Arthur Thompson, throwing off his blanket and sweater, limped onto the field to play the final thirty seconds and win his Y.
And then it was all over, and Yardley, triumphant35, dizzy with joy, cavorted36 over the battleground and tossed hats and caps over the crossbars, while the Greenburg Band thumped37 out a brazen38 march of victory!
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