"Why, we've just been kidding you. You're only the water boy," he snarled.
In his excitement Harold took little notice of this insult. He was looking out upon the field now and he saw Hollister assisted to his feet. The quarterback, apparently sound, trotted back to his position. Harold gloomily resumed his seat on the bench.
McCoy sent another arching punt into the air and Hollister, wabbling uncertainly under it, barely touched it with his finger tips. Tobey, coming like a whirlwind, brushed the quarterback aside as if he were a feather, and fell on the ball.
And this time, having received the huge knee of the giant Swanson squarely in his stomach, Hollister was obviously out for good. Cavendish watched anxiously. Trask raised the quarterback to his feet, but Hollister slumped down again. Trask looked expectantly over to the bench.
And then Harold could stand it no longer. He rushed wildly up to the gloomy Cavendish. The Freshman's eyes were strangely alight.
"You listen now!" cried the Freshman. "I wasn't kidding! I've been working—and fighting—just for this chance—and you've got to give it to me."
The referee came walking over from the
