on the ground, one leg twisted under him. He tried to stand, slumped down again with a little cry of pain.
Harold had turned to Dave Hollister at the beginning of that memorable second half and remarked cheerfully, "There's only two of us left here, Dave, old boy! We'll get into this game yet."
Now, with Crawford injured, Harold's words seemed almost prophetic.
As the Tate players crowded around the recumbent Crawford, Hugh Mulligan ran out on the field with his medicine kit Cavendish, securing the permission of the referee, followed him into the arena.
Harold, looking anxiously out upon the field, suddenly saw Trask waving to him. Springing up, wild with excitement, the Freshman yet took time to say consolingly to Dave Hollister, "Hard luck, Dave, they're sending me in ahead of you!"
He sprinted out toward the opposing teams, fastening his headguard around his chin as he ran. They were sending him in for Crawford! His big chance had come!
But Trask met him outside of the group kneeling around Crawford. "Take off your sweater and give it to Miller!" snapped the captain.
Then Harold, having a hard time to keep
