sperate
upheaval. Grinnell's line wavered and snapped. As it did so, Bert
caught the pigskin and placed its nose on the ground, sighting the
distant goal posts. Frank started running forward.

"You get those two--I'll stop these babies!" fullback Steve shouted to
Mack as he blocked off frenzied Pomeroy linesmen, rushing through in a
mad attempt to spoil the kick.

"Right with you!" echoed Mack, obliterating from his mind all thoughts
of possible consequences ... intent only upon doing the job assigned
him. His body halted the plunge of the Pomeroy left end and guard ...
and resulted in a third Pomeroy player piling atop. As he went down he
caught a fleeting glimpse of the pigskin passing over his head. A
moment of breathless, very terrible suspense, broken only by the sharp
crack of the timer's gun, signalling that the game was technically
over. Then a tremendous roar! Mack freed himself from the mass of
arms and legs just in time to see the ball settling over the bar and to
see the scoreboard change its figures to read:

GRINNELL--15
POMEROY--14

Unaccountable things happened after that. More pandemonium than a
fellow, playing his first full game for Grinnell had thought existed in
the world. Joy-crazed students surrounding him as he suddenly gave
vent to his feelings and, to the amazement of fellow team-mates, broke
into uncontrolled sobs.

"What the heck are you crying about?" Frank Meade was demanding.

"Because," he choked, "Pomeroy lost!"

A great shout of laughter went up at this from all except those who
realized the predicament Grinnell's substitute back had been in.

"Cheer up, kid!" called a familiar voice, and Mack beheld Coach Carver
fighting his way through to him in company with Coach Edward.

"But you lost your job?" Mack wanted to know, still somewhat dazed by
it all.

"I sure did!" grinned Brother Carl, gripping him by the shoulder. "You
knocked me out of that!... I always said you couldn't play football!"

"And now he knows it!" smiled Coach Edward. "I'm taking your brother's
place at Pomeroy next year--so he tells me!... In fact, he recommended
me!"

"What?" gasped Mack.

"Why not?" rejoined Carl, his eyes twinkling. "I've signed up to coach
Great Western next year at ... guess what salary...?" Carl looked
about him, cautiously. "I don't want any newspaper guys to hear
this--it's ... er ... just something to be kept in the family."
Whereupon Carl cupped his ha