made a gesture as if to tear his red hair. "What kind of a place is this? Hasn't anybody got any interest, any spirit!" The coach turned and pointed to Chester Trask, standing near him, and shouted, "Here's the only man on the whole field with the real Tate spirit!"
At that moment the football captain heard a banging noise in the direction of the near-by entrance gate to Tate Field and went over to ascertain the trouble. Before he could reach the gate, it was opened and a new and amazing football player stepped in.
Meantime, Cavendish was raving on. He waved his hand toward the spot where Chester Trask had stood and shouted, "There's the man to model yourselves after. He's worth more than the rest of you put together! He's a regular go-getter—a red-blooded fighter—the kind of a man that Tate is proud of."
Cavendish was pointing his finger violently at the supposed Trask. But Trask was there no longer. In his place was standing the new player who had just come in at the gate. And the new player was Harold Lamb!
Harold wore his Sanford High School uniform, complete with shin guards, headgear, nose guard and his inevitable tortoise-shelled glasses. They were probably the only pair
