Ward alighted from the carriage and ran to where Harry was standing with a group of the substitutes. He tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ormsby says you're to take Holder's place now," he said.
"Oh, he does!" Harry cried, in a voice quivering with excitement and delight. He tossed off his blanket, into the arms of two fellows who were already congratulating him. "Right now?"
"Yes," Ward answered, with a laugh. "And go in and play like Clark."
Dennison was holding the ball and Perry was getting ready to kick the goal when Harry ran out on the field. He said a word to Frank Windsor and turned to Holder, who shook hands with him cheerfully and then walked over to the line of applauding spectators. Their applause rose in another moment to a great height when Perry kicked the goal.
"And only one minute more to play!" Ward said to Rupert, as he climbed again into the carriage. "That's what one of the linesmen told me. Oh, we've got 'em licked!"
