Pennington fought its way to the seven yard line. There were three minutes left in which to score a touchdown. Gordon took the ball, intending to drive his way through Cateye"s position for a substantial gain. But Cateye, calling forth one last, great effort, broke through and tackled Gordon for a one yard loss.
The crowd gave him a mighty cheer but Cateye heard it not. He lay where he had fallen. Benz rushed up, knelt down beside him, then motioned to Neil.
"Help me get him to the sidelines, will you? He"s knocked out!"
Someone rushed up with a blanket and pail of water. Cateye was carried to the sidelines. The subst.i.tutes crowded around. Judd pushed them aside.
"Cateye! Pal! Wake up! What"s the matter?" Judd shook him rather roughly.
Cateye began to come to. "My knee! My knee!" he gasped.
Judd jerked off Cateye"s shoe and sock. The bandaged knee was already badly swollen.
Coach Phillips came to Cateye"s side. "Tough luck, old man. You played a great game. Judd, take off your sweater. You"re going in Cateye"s place. It"s up to you. Hold "em!"
"Me? Naw,--well," Judd hesitated, glancing at his room-mate.
"Go in, Judd, and stop that Gordon! There"s two more downs and two minutes to play. Don"t let "em make a touchdown!" Cateye pleaded.
Judd still lingered, uncertain.
A strange voice was heard outside the group. "Let me in I say! That man was my former room-mate!"
"Why,--Bob Billings!" exclaimed Cateye, delighted, and forgetting his badly wrenched knee for the moment. "I didn"t know you were here!"
"Just arrived a few minutes before the game started," replied the great Bob, reaching out and grabbing his open-mouthed younger brother, "h.e.l.lo, Judd! What are you doing standing here? The crowd"s calling for you. I supposed you"d gone out. Hurry up! Don"t stop to argue.
It"s time for play to begin again. I"ll see you at the end of the first half. Save the game, old man!"
Without a word Judd ripped off his jersey and dashed out upon the field. So Bob was here! And Cateye laid out! And,--Bartlett was being beaten! Well, he"d do his best to please Bob and Cateye, but how could he save the game? "Gosh!" thought Judd, "The game"s lost already!"
Nevertheless he jumped peppily into Cateye"s position. Just as his presence had inspired the second team so did his presence now cause new life to appear in the varsity.
Benz rushed up to Judd, throwing an arm about his shoulders. What did this mean? Another trick? But--no--it couldn"t be----! that look in Benz"s face and then--Benz was holding out his hand! Judd gripped it in a daze as the stands roared. All this action took place in two minutes time but to Judd it seemed like hours. So much had happened in those two minutes! And here Judd found himself actually playing in Cateye"s position, something he had vowed that he would never do!
Besides this, Benz had become his friend. Wonder of wonders!
But Judd had no more time to contemplate. The referee"s whistle shrieked, and he became painfully aware that he was in the direct path of the onslaught. He braced himself; hit the opposing line low, and as a ma.s.s of legs pa.s.sed over him he grabbed an armful and hung on. The roar in the stands became a rumble. Judd had stopped the great Gordon without a gain!
He staggered to his feet, a numb feeling in one hand, and Benz patting him joyfully on the back.
"Get him just once more, Rube, old man," yelled Benz, in his ear, "and it"ll be our ball!"
Judd crouched in his position, his whole being concentrated on one object, Gordon. Would they use him again? Or might Pennington resort to some trick play to put the ball across?
Judd saw Knapp look at Gordon as he knelt to receive the ball; he saw the ball snapped back; saw Gordon dash forward and apparently take it from Knapp"s hands, plunging into the other side of the line. All was confusion. All were mislead but Judd. He burst through his side of the line just as Gordon started forward. He saw the fake pa.s.s; saw all his team-mates lurch toward the right in a frantic effort to stop the much feared Gordon. But above all this he saw Knapp, running free, with the ball tucked under his arm!
And Knapp saw Judd, the only obstacle between him and a touchdown.
Seven yards to go! Time almost up! Knapp ran straight at Judd; then as the rube dove for a tackle, he jumped clear.
Pennington gave a l.u.s.ty cheer,--then a groan of dismay, for Judd had rolled quickly over and made a frantic grab at the flying feet as they pa.s.sed him. His right hand came in contact with Knapp"s right ankle and closed over it like a vice. Knapp fell his full length p.r.o.ne upon the ground. Such a cheer as went up from the Bartlett stands!
Everyone was on their feet lauding Judd. And just then the whistle blew calling time for the first half.
It was a much different team that left the field after that last two minutes of play. A new spirit now prevailed. Although woefully battered, out-generaled, and outplayed, beaten by a 13 to 0 score, Judd"s presence had produced the tonic which revived their spirits and restored the punch which had been sadly lacking.
Benz and Neil escorted Judd to the sidelines whispering happily in his ears.
"You stopped "em, old fellow! You saved another touchdown! Great stuff! Just wait until next half!"
"Say!" exploded Judd, ignoring the praise, "That little sucker is a spry one, isn"t he? A shoe-string more an" I"d never have caught him!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE SECOND HALF
Bob rushed out and greeted Judd before he reached the sidelines.
"Fine work, old man! You"re a wonder! I knew you would be if they ever gave you a chance. Why, say, it was worth coming a hundred miles just to see those two plays! Shake hands, Buddy. You don"t know how glad I am to see you. Hold on, what"s this,--blood?"
"Yep," grinned Judd, gazing a bit ruefully at his right hand which was swollen and bleeding. "That big jumbo Gordon put his foot on it."
"Here, let me fix it for you." Bob hunted up some tape and bandages.
Judd sat down in the circle of football men. Coach Phillips had a kind word for every man. He praised Judd especially for his great work during the last two minutes of the first half. The rube"s face glowed with pleasure. For the first time he was beginning to feel the college spirit and a great ambition surged up within him for Bartlett to win the game. But the word which gave him deepest satisfaction and fired him with determination came from Cateye.
"I"m proud of you, pal. Remember--you"re fighting for Bartlett and for me!"
A tremendous roar swept across the field as the two teams trotted upon the gridiron for the beginning of the second half.
Judd was given another cheer by the Bartlett stands. He seemed totally oblivious of it all.
Benz shouted to him. "Rube, they"re cheering you!"
"Are they?" was the rube"s careless rejoinder.
The coach had told him to watch Gordon and Judd intended above all else to follow instructions closely.
Pennington kicked off. Judd watched the ball sail into the air; then realized, with a sudden start, that it was coming to him! He braced himself for the catch. Benz and Potts shot past him.
"Follow us!" they shouted.
The stands were yelling wildly. Judd dodged in behind his interference. He crossed three white chalked lines without trouble.
Then the interference crumpled and went down in a heap. Judd saw a big, dark looking face come close to his own, and eager outstretched arms. Instinctively he stuck out his hand and the face vanished. But another and yet another figure loomed up ahead! Judd turned to the left hoping to escape, but he was struck by two tacklers, one from each side. He crawled to his feet with team-mates thumping him on the back, and looked about him. The ball was on Pennington"s forty-five yard line. Judd had made a twenty-five yard run!
He had barely time to catch his breath. Neil was yelling signals and the next play came straight through his position. Judd strained every muscle, felt the opposing line give, and saw Benz shoot through for a six yard gain. A succession of plays gave Bartlett first down!
But Pennington was fighting desperately. Although Bartlett rushed the ball to the twenty yard line it went over on downs and Pennington punted out of danger.