"Speech, Captain Trask, speech!" echoed another.
But Harold escaped his admirers and ran into the field house. Chester Trask was left to face the crowd.
"Harold Lamb's not only one of the greatest football men Tate ever turned out, but one of the most modest," Trask's voice rang out. "From the start he had the proper spirit. And that's more than half the battle. He won this great victory single-handed. He carried the ball over himself. He ran the team like a veteran. Every play he used was strictly his own selection. Nobody told him what to do. And it was the first college football game he ever played in. I call that genius! We all regret that Bill Crawford was knocked out. But thank God we had Harold Lamb to take his place. And will have him for the next three years. Let's give him a long cheer!"
And Harold was cheered to the echo with the battle cry reserved for Tate captains only.
Then there were cries for Cavendish, but Mike had characteristically ducked. But Houghton spoke. Blythe spoke. And the others.
Inside the field house in the locker room Harold found it impossible either to change his clothes or to read the note Peggy had
