"You"re going to the side-lines," Squibs said when they had climbed the ramp to their section of the stadium.
"I"d be in the way," George objected.
Bailly stared at him.
"George Morton on a football field could only be in the way of Harvard and Yale."
George experienced a quick, ardent wish for thick turf underfoot, for a seat on the bench among players exhaling a thick atmosphere of eager and absorbed excitement. So he let the tutor lead him down the steps. Squibs called to Green, who was distrait.
"What is it, Mr. Bailly?"
"I"ve got Morton."
Green sprang to life.
"Mr. Stringham! An omen! An omen!"
He met George at the gate and threw his arms around him. Stringham hurried up. Green crowed.
"I believe we"ll lick these fellows or come mighty close to it."
"Of course you"ll lick them, Green. h.e.l.lo, Stringham! May I sit down?"
"The stadium"s yours," Stringham said, simply.
As he walked along the line of eager players, smothered in blankets or sweaters, George caught s.n.a.t.c.hes of the curiosity of youth, because of nervousness, too audibly expressed.
"Who"s the big fellow?"
"That? Longest kicker, fastest man for his weight ever played the game.
George Morton--the great Morton."
"He never played with that leg! What"s the matter with his leg?
Football?"
George caught no answer. He sat down among the respectful youths, thinking whimsically:
"The war"s so soon over, but thank G.o.d they can"t forget football!"
XXV
At the very end of the first half, when the Princeton sections experienced the unforeseen glow of a possible victory, George caught a glimpse of Lambert and Wandel close to the barrier, as if they had left their places to catch someone with the calling of time. Just then the horn scrunched its anxious message. George called.
"Lambert Planter!"
Stringham paused, grinning.
"Come over here, you biting bulldog."
Lambert made his way through the barrier and grasped Stringham"s hand.
"Come along to the dressing-room," Stringham suggested, cordially. "Nice bulldog, although once I loved to see Morton chew you up."
Lambert glanced down.
"Thanks. I"d better stay here. One of my runners is off, Stringham."
"Then sit with the boys next half," Stringham said. "Coming, Morton?"
George shook his head, and urged the anxious coach away, for Wandel had caught his eye.
"Tell them to keep their heads," George called after Stringham. "If they keep their heads they"ve got Harvard beaten."
He glanced inquiringly at Wandel.
"Why not cease," Wandel said, "imagining yourself a giddy, heroic cub?
Come up and sit with mature people the last half."
The invitation startled George. Then Sylvia wasn"t there?
"Is Sylvia all right?" he asked Lambert under his breath.
Lambert was a trifle ill at ease.
"Oh, quite. Betty asked us to get you. Wants to see you. Have my place.
I"m going to accept Stringham"s fine invitation, and sit here with the young--a possible Yale scout on the Princeton side-lines."
"Stringham"s no fool," George laughed. "Anyway, he has you fellows beaten right now."
Lambert thrust his hand in his pocket.
"How much you got?"
Wandel grasped George"s arm.
"Come with me before you get in a college brawl."
"Plenty when we"re not chaperoned, Lambert," George called, and followed Wandel through the restless crowd and up the concrete steps.
Was Sylvia really there? Was he going to see her? The idea of finding him had sprung from Betty, and Lambert had been ill at ease.
He saw Betty and her father and mother, then beyond them, a vacant place between, Sylvia to whom the open air and its chill had given back all her dark, flushed brilliancy. Wandel slid through first, and made himself comfortable at Sylvia"s farther side. George followed, stopping to speak to the Alstons, to accept Betty"s approving glance.
"Conspirator!" he whispered, and went on, and sat down close to Sylvia, and yielded himself to the delight of her proximity. She glanced at him, her colour deepening.
"Betty said it was all right, and I must. So many people----"
The air was sharp enough to make rugs comfortable. He couldn"t see her hands because they were beneath the rug across her knees, a covering she shared with Wandel and him.