touchdown on the first play of the game? Verily the gods were good.
Tichenor warily swung over to meet the flying enemy. Pale, grim, teeth clenched. Tobey shot straight toward him, a blue streak of lightning, as if to bore through Tichenor. Then, in the last few yards between them the Union State star swerved sharply to the left. But Tichenor was not fooled. He swerved too. He dived, under the deadly straight-arm, cleanly at the elusive knees of Tobey and felled him to the earth.
"Thank God," breathed Mike Cavendish, who had sat open-mouthed. Then he was full of ire. "The dumbheads!" he cried. "Fooled by a trick play that's got whiskers on it. It's a crime."
But his anger changed to concern as he saw the Tate team, puffing and humiliated, standing over a fallen man. Tobey's plunging knees had struck Tichenor's bad shoulder. Childers pulled the substitute quarterback to his feet and Tichenor wanted to trot back to his position. But Childers, acting captain, was shaking his head, pointing to the game signal-caller's unmistakably displaced shoulder and looking over to Cavendish to indicate that Tichenor must come out.
"Well, if that ain't a tough break," sighed Mike. He looked at the "Big Four" and
