the contest, and really doing better than he had ever done in practice. To Frank Windsor's surprise he was having a little the better of Andrews, and the Corinthian captain, when he finally got the ball on a fumble, made a short run round Harry's end, aided by the green player's interference.
Then the Corinthian crowd on the side lines began to throw up their hats and yell, and say to one another that Harry was a real "find," after all, and Windsor had known what he was about in putting him on the eleven.
Their enthusiasm was brief, however; for on the next two plays there was no gain. The Corinthians had to kick, and the Pythians ran the ball back to the middle of the field—for Joe Herrick, who should have got down and tackled the runner, came instead with an unexpected crash against Rupert Ormsby, and lay for an instant quite dazed by the collision.
When he got up, he was sullenly thinking that he owed Rupert another grudge. It was an absurd idea, but he believed that Rupert had knocked him over with unnecessary pub-
