waved his hand. "Go on in, you fellows, and see if you can't break up this Donnybrook Fair!" Mike was sending his prides into the conflict after only one play in the game had been completed. Union State took it as an omen.
The Tate second-string backfield came trotting out, except for Tichenor and his human crutch, Childers, who walked slowly. Hughie Mulligan quickly felt Tichenor's shoulder. He shook his head. "He's through," he said to Cavendish. "He ought to go down to the infirmary right away and get that set."
"Go ahead," said the coach gloomily. He was watching Wing, of Union State, hit the center of the Tate line for five yards.
"Look at that line of theirs," Mike groaned to nobody in particular. "They make our lads look like lightweights. Where do they dig up that material? Oh, we've got our work cut out for us to-day all right, all right."
Gales, the Union State left halfback, followed with a plunge off left tackle. His lineman opened a gap as big as a barn door through Woolsey, the opposing Tate man. Velie, Woolsey's supporting end, was taken neatly out of the play. But Gales got only two yards beyond the line of scrimmage. Chester Trask, catapulting into the breach,
