confirm his low opinion of the joke Freshman's ability, danced with rage and ended by putting his foot squarely in the water bucket and upsetting it.
Harold stooped behind Mershon and barked a signal. He had been a little afraid for his voice. Afraid it would divulge how nervous he really was underneath his bravado. But it came out strong and clear and gave him courage. He was slightly crazy, this fighting Freshman. But his head was clear. Having flung out his signal, Harold jumped aside. The ball was snapped back direct to Trask. The entire Tate backfield with the exception of Trask jumped across the line and tore down the field. But Union State was ready for them. Every Tate man was seemingly covered. Trask, eager to forward-pass, was foiled. As a tackier dived at him, Chester spotted Harold gyrating about wildly just over the line of scrimmage. The captain desperately hurled the ball toward the Freshman. More by good luck than good management, Harold saw it coming, raised his hands, juggled the ball, held it. Instantly Tobey tackled him fiercely. Harold struggled, loathe to believe he had been downed.
The referee blew his whistle and still "Speedy" tried to nudge himself forward, digging his cleats into the turf and pushing with
