tween them they managed to stop two attempts at end runs without gain.
After the second effort, Herrick, foreseeing that on the next play the Pythians would kick, ran round to Harry Harding. It was his chance to put into execution the scheme for getting even with Rupert that his cunning mind had devised.
"Andrews is always playing offside," he whispered. "I can see—all down the line. Insist on Mr. Eldredge's watching him—on the next play."
Then he ran back to his position.
Harry, exhausted and excited, was in a state of mind open to any such suggestion. He cried out breathlessly:—
"Wait, Mr. Eldredge! Mr. Eldredge, sir!"
"What is it?" said the referee.
"I wish you'd watch Andrews, please. I wish you'd come to this end of the line and watch him a while. He's always offside."
"I'm not!" declared Andrews indignantly.
"Will you watch him, please, sir?" insisted Harry.
