Meanwhile down on the football field an anxious consultation1 was in progress. Captain Blake and the manager of the team walked up and down together, talking earnestly. From their clouded faces it was easy to see how great their worry was. The players were grouped together uneasily, and the other students stood about, exchanging a curt2 word now and then, but for the most part silent. Gloom was on every face, desperation in every eye.
“There come Reeves and Sexton,” some one remarked, at last. “Wonder where they’ve been? Hullo, who’s that with them? By Jove, fellows, it’s Remington! He’s going to play, after all!”
A sudden galvanic shudder3 ran through the group. They watched Remington as he walked up to Blake, and strained their ears to catch his words.
“Captain Blake,” he said, “I’m ready to take Banker’s place—that is, if you want me.”
For an instant offended pride held Blake back. Then it melted away in a rush of surprise and joy. Even from where they stood, they could see his face light up.
“Want you, old man!” he said, and held out his hand. “I should say we do want you!”
One of the boys had his cap off and was waving it over his head.
“Now, fellows, three cheers for Remington!” he cried. “Are you ready? Hip—hip—”
There was a sudden rush of tears to Tommy’s eyes as that cheer floated to him across the field. How sweet it sounded with his name at the end! But Blake had no time for sentiment.
“Line up, men,” he called. “Hurry up. We’ve got some hard work ahead.”
His face lighted up with satisfaction as he saw the way the boys sprang into their places. It was the first time for days they had shown such enthusiasm. In a moment came the signal, and the scrimmage began. Tommy, recalling every bit of football he had ever learned, put his whole soul into the game. He was going to do his best to deserve that cheer. Blake gave them a long, hard practice, but when it was over his face was more cheerful than it had been for many days.
“We’ll be all right, I think,” he remarked to the manager. “I think our line can hold ’em now without much trouble. And the boys have got their old spirit back—did you notice?” The manager nodded. “Still, don’t be too sure,” Blake added, with a captain’s characteristic caution, “and don’t repeat that to any of the team. I want to keep them working.”
Keep them working he did; and how Tommy enjoyed it! What a reception he got at table! He was again admitted to the freemasonry of fellowship which forms so precious a part of school and college life. His heart grew warm from touching4 those of others, his life grew bright and more complete. He went to his books with clearer brain and keener zest5. He was no longer afraid of falling behind. And the old life of New River valley seemed farther away than ever.
His attitude toward the old life is worth a moment’s attention. As the weeks passed he had found the work of writing letters to his father and mother increasingly difficult. How could he hope to make them understand his joys and sorrows, his hopes and ambitions, in this new life which was so far beyond their horizon? If he had not known that his letters would be read by Mr. Bayliss and Miss Andrews he would have broken down altogether in the effort at letter-writing. The task was the more unwelcome because it recalled to him the squalid conditions of the old life—the grimy house, the dingy6 beds, the dirty clothing, the ill-cooked food. He wondered how any one could ever stand it—how he had stood it and prospered7 as much as he had. He was never ashamed of his parents, though he never spoke8 of them to his classmates; it was only the home that shamed him, and he resolved to rescue the family from it and plant them in cleaner soil.
A week is not a long time when it comes to whipping a football team into shape for a great game, and that one passed all too quickly for Blake. Rumors9 reached him of the perfect condition of the Princeton freshmen10 eleven—of their great team work and perfect interference. He gloomily watched his own men at practice on that last day, and while he told himself he had done the best possible with them, he fancied he could detect a hundred weaknesses, and was anything but confident of the result. Still, they played good ball, he had a strong line, his backs were swift and game—well, Lawrenceville would have no reason to be ashamed of them. And just as he had hitherto hidden any satisfaction he may have felt, now, like a good captain, he concealed11 his doubts and affected12 a certainty of success he did not feel.
At noon of the great day came the Princeton team, accompanied by nearly the whole class—resplendent in orange and black, now they were away from the campus, where such decoration was forbidden, and where, on their return, the sophomores13 would call them sternly to account for their desecration14 of the college colors. They were seemingly quite confident of victory, and poured into the field with great halloo. Their team began at once a little preliminary practice, displaying a verve and agility15 that sent a chill to more than one Lawrenceville heart. But Captain Blake’s team got a hearty16 greeting, just the same, when it came running out upon the field, and for a time cheer followed cheer, until it seemed that they must split their throats. But the throats of school-boys and college men seem to be made of some unsplittable material, and in this case—as in all similar ones—there was no damage done.
Then came an instant’s breathless silence as the two captains waited for the referee17 to toss up a penny.
The referee stooped and looked at it.
“All right,” he said. “Heads it is. Choose your goal.”
Blake chose the north goal with the wind at his back, while Lawrenceville cheered again at this first piece of good luck.
“Take your places, men,” called the referee, and the players peeled off their sweaters and trotted19 out into the field, rejoicing that the hour was come. “Are you ready, Princeton?”
“All ready, sir.”
“Are you ready, Lawrenceville?”
“All ready,” answered Blake.
The referee waited an instant, then placed his whistle to his lips and blew a shrill20 blast. There was a swift rush, and the ball was whirling through the air. The game was on.
What pen has ever adequately described a football game, with its multitudinous features, its ever-changing tactics, its kaleidoscopic21 advances and retreats, its thousand and one individual plays? Certainly it shall not be attempted here.
It was evident after a few minutes of play that the teams were more evenly matched than Blake had dared to hope and that the score would be a close one. Blake’s face cleared as he realized that his opponents were not so terrible as they had been pictured.
“Steady, fellows, steady,” he panted, in an interval22 between two rushes. “Don’t you fumble23 that ball, Reeves. Watch your man there, Remington.”
Indeed, Tommy found he had his hands full watching his man. Some exaggerated story of his prowess must have got abroad, for the Princeton captain had placed the biggest and strongest man on his team against him. He was certainly bigger and heavier than Tommy, and in the first few rushes had decidedly the better of it. But as the game progressed Tommy saw with delight that his adversary24 was growing weaker, while he himself was just warming up to the work. After all, six years’ work in the mines will outweigh25 a few weeks’ training, every time. Before long, Blake rejoiced to see that Tommy was holding his man, and that he even got past him once or twice; but the first half ended without either side having been able to score.
The members of both teams received some pretty severe lecturing in the ten minutes’ intermission that followed, but, on the whole, the atmosphere in the Lawrenceville quarters was much the more hopeful. Princeton had entered the game quite confident of winning, and had met with an unexpected check, which served to dash her spirits. She had counted on carrying the ball down the field with a rush in the first few minutes of play, but, so far, had been unable seriously to threaten Lawrenceville’s goal. On the other hand, Lawrenceville had made a better showing than she had hoped for, and was correspondingly elated. Blake was especially happy, though he tried not to show it.
As a consequence of this change of spirit, when the second half opened, Princeton found herself pushed down the field for small but decisive gains. In vain she attempted to stem the tide of that advance. It seemed certain that Lawrenceville must score, and their partisans26 cheered themselves hoarse27. But Princeton made a stand on her ten-yard line, rendered desperate by prospect28 of defeat, succeeded in getting the ball, and, by a long punt down the field, placed her goal out of danger. How Princeton cheered as that ball sailed twisting through the air!
For a time after that it was nip and tuck in the middle of the field, and, as the minutes passed, Blake knew that the time for play was getting dangerously short. If anything was to be done, it must be done without delay. He looked his men over with calculating eye. Undoubtedly29 Remington was the only man for the play, for he seemed quite fresh, despite the rough time he had been having with the man against him. Blake looked at his bright eyes, firm-set lips, and distended30 nostrils31, and made up his mind on the instant. He took advantage of the first opportunity, during a moment’s intermission while one of the boys was rubbing a twisted ankle, to outline his plan.
“Now, Remington,” he said in a whisper, “I’m going to let you run with the ball. We’ll push it as far down the field as we can, then, after the third down, Reeves, here, will pass it to you. Put all your steam into your legs, old man. I’ll give the other boys the word.”
Tommy went back to his place with a queer tingling32 at his heart. Ordinarily the men in the line do not get a chance so to distinguish themselves. It is the half-backs and the full-back who make the so-called “grand-stand plays”—those long, zigzagging33 runs down the field with the ball which raise the spectators out of their seats, and send flags to waving and men to shouting. The average looker-on, knowing little of the inwardness of the game, does not appreciate the hard work which the men in the line are doing every minute of the time—there is nothing showy about it, nothing spectacular; it is merely downright hard work. So Tommy, knowing that this would be his one chance, determined34 to make the most of it.
Lawrenceville, nerved by the thought of a final effort, made three good gains, carrying the ball to Princeton’s twenty-five-yard line. But the Princeton captain had seen Blake’s conferences with his men, and suspecting that something was about to happen, passed the word around to his players to be on their guard. They made a desperate stand, and succeeded in holding Lawrenceville for the second and third downs. Reeves pinched Tommy’s leg to remind him that his time had come—as if he had any need of a reminder35! He took a deep breath, there came a quick signal from Blake, and in an instant he was off, with the ball tucked snugly36 under his arm.
As he sprang forward, he saw the guard opposite him whirled violently to one side, and he knew that the other members of the team were clearing his way. He saw one of the Princeton backs before him, but he, too, was thrown aside; and then Tommy saw that it was Blake himself who was interfering37 for him. Away down the field in front he saw the Princeton full-back sweeping38 toward him, and behind him came the pounding of many feet. Whether they were friend or foe39 he did not know, and he dared not glance around, but they seemed ominously40 near. Dimly and confusedly he heard the cheering of the crowd. Then the full-back was upon him. Tommy remembered the advice little Reeves had given him, and sprang full at his opponent at the instant he stooped to the tackle. Together they were hurled41 to earth, Tommy clutching the ball with a grip only death would have loosened. He tried to hitch42 himself along toward the goal-post just ahead—so near he could almost touch it. He gained a foot—two feet—a yard—with those desperate hands still clinging to his legs; and then, just as a crushing avalanche43 of men fell on him, he stretched the ball forward at full-arm length and called:
“Down!”
There was an anxious minute as the referee untangled the heap in order to get at the ball. At the bottom he found Tommy still grasping it tightly, and Blake gave a yell of triumph as he saw it.
“It’s a touchdown, fellows!” he cried. “It’s six inches over the line!”
Tommy, gasping44 for breath, heard the words, and for an instant his head fell forward in the sheer exhaustion45 of joy. Then it seemed that a thousand hands were lifting him, and when he opened his eyes a minute later, he found himself on the shoulders of a yelling mob which was parading around the field. They paused for an instant to watch Reeves kick the goal, and then started off again like madmen.
“Let me down, fellows!” cried Tommy, struggling against the hands which held him by leg and ankle. “Let me down. They’ll line up again in a minute.”
“No, they won’t,” yelled Sexton, who had charge of Tommy’s right leg. “Time’s up! You got the ball over in the last minute of play, old man.”
He had his cap off.
“Now three cheers for Remington!” he cried. “Are you ready? Hip—hip—”
But there was no response, for suddenly across the field they saw the head-master coming toward them.
“Does the old man want to congratulate him, too?” asked Sexton of the boy next to him. “I never saw him at a game before.”
But as he came nearer, and they saw his face, they fell silent. In his hand he held a sheet of yellow paper.
“Put him down, boys,” he said quietly, and Tommy was set on the ground again. “You must come with me at once, Remington,” he added. “I have bad news for you.”
Tommy glanced at the yellow paper and saw it was a telegram. Instinctively46 he understood.
“Yes, an accident at the mine.”
So the old life was going to ruin the new life, after all!
“And father is hurt?”
“Very badly hurt,” said the head-master, tenderly. “You must start home at once.”
“But he is not dead?” cried Tommy.
“No, not dead—yet.” And he led the boy away, too crushed to question farther.
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