d keep it going!
You fellows of the first, or School eleven, I want to see what
you can do with real tackling."

There was a hasty adjusting of nose-guards by those who wore that
protection. The ball was placed, the quarter-back of the second
eleven bending low to catch it, at the same time comprehending
the signal that sounded briskly.

The whistle blew; the ball was snapped, and quarter-back darted
to the right, passing the ball. Second's right tackle had been
chosen to receive and break through the School's line. On School's
left, Dick and Ripley raced in together, while second's interference
crashed into the pair of former enemies as right tackle tried to go
through. But Fred Ripley was as much out for team work this day as
any fellow on the field. He made a fast sprint, as though to tackle,
yet meaning to do nothing of the sort. Dick, too, understood. He
let Ripley get two or three feet in the lead. At Ripley, therefore,
the second's interference hurled itself savagely. It was all
done so quickly that the beguiled second had no time to rectify
its blunder; for Fred Ripley was in the center of the squirming,
interfering bunch and Dick Prescott had made a fair, firm, abrupt
tackle. In an instant the ball was "down." Second had gained
less than a yard.

"Good work!" the coach shouted, after sounding the whistle."
Ripley and Prescott, that was the right sort of team work."

Again second essayed to get away with the ball. This time the
forward pass was employed---that is to say, attempted. Hudson
and Purcell, by another clever feint, got the ball stopped and
down; third time, and second lost the ball on downs.

Now School had the ball. As the quarter-back's signals rang out
there was perceptible activity and alertness at School's right
end. As the ball was snapped, School's right wing went through
the needful movements, but Dick Prescott, over at left end, had
the ball. Ripley and Purcell were supporting him.

Straight into the opposing ranks went Ripley and Purcell, the
rest of the school team supporting. It was team work again.
Dick was halted, for an instant. Then, backed by his supporters,
he dashed through the opposition---on and on! Twice Dick was
on the point of being tackled, but each time his interference
carried him through. He was over second's line---touch-down,
and the whistle sounded shrilly, just a second ahead of cheers
from some hundred on-lookers.

As Dick came back he li