ing carried off the field on that fatal stretcher! He had been knocked clean out. But he was all right now. A little groggy, but all right. To the amazement of the stretcher-bearers, he jumped to the ground and ran back to his position.
On the next play the redoubtable Tobey dropped back. Tate expected the fleet halfback to try one of his famous sweeping end runs. But Union State was full of tricks. Tobey, faking a run, suddenly stopped behind the line and hurled a long, swift forward pass straight ahead of him to a State lineman running free and very swiftly. Unfortunately for State, the pass was a little high, and too swift to handle. The ball struck the State receiver in the head, bounded high in the air and landed in the arms of Harold Lamb, who, bewildered, was rushing about blindly.
Harold took the ball and ran with it. Tackled savagely and downed, he had the satisfaction of rising and hearing a Tate player exult, "Atta boy, 'Speedy'—a twenty-yard gain." And Tate had possession of the precious pigskin at last!
So excited was Harold that he started to stoop behind the Union State center instead of his own and big Mershon had to pull him back into his own territory. Cavendish, seeing this piece of dumbness, which seemed to
