Bob demonstrated to Judd the
correct way to tackle.

"I'll not run hard the first few times," said Bob, considerately, "Just
try it out."

Judd was trembling. His knees seemed weak. He was trying to tell
himself that he was not afraid. He knew that what his brother had told
him was so but he dreaded physical contact. Bob did not give him much
time for reflection. He was coming at him again!

Judd did not wish to appear a coward in the eyes of Bob. He was almost
as afraid not to tackle as he was to tackle. While he was trying to
make up his mind Bob was upon him and Judd made a wild clutching dive
forward. His arms closed about Bob's legs at a point midway between
the hips and the knees, there was a jolting impact and the ground
seemed to rise to hit him. Judd sat up to take stock of his injuries.
He found, to his pleased surprise, that he was unhurt.

"Bully work!" complimented Bob, warmly, "Your first tackle was a peach!"

Judd felt his courage and self-confidence rise like the mercury in a
thermometer. He was finding out that many of his old fears had been
groundless. Bob ran straight at Judd a dozen times and each time Judd
brought him to the ground.

"All right, Buddy. Now I'm going to get by you. I'm not going to use
the straight arm. I'll show you about that later. But I'm coming at
you like an express train. Try to stop me if you can!"

There was a challenge in Bob's words. Judd sensed his first big thrill
of competition. Bob said he was coming through. Well, he was going to
stop him!

Bob ran at Judd viciously and with all the speed at his command. Judd
came forward to meet him. He saw two clock-like legs and a body bent
close to the ground. He dove low in order to reach him. Then it
seemed as if a dozen knees struck him thudding blows in the face. He
felt himself being dragged along the ground. His hold on the one foot
loosened. He hit the ground heavily and was dimly conscious of feet
pounding the earth. Bob had gone through!

It was such experiences as this that sickened Judd. All the pleasure
of football was gone for him now. He had a bump over one eye and a
patch of skin off his chin. There was no answering spirit of fight.
Judd lay where he had fallen.

Bob waited, hoping that Judd would show the spunk to get up. He had
subjected his younger brother to rough treatment but he had done it for
a purpose.

"I'm sorry, Buddy. You tackled too low ... and you didn't