THE COLLEGE AND THE CIRCUS
Just before the galloping horses came even with the lower campus gate, out from the driveway shot a long, strong runner, scudding over the ground with remarkable speed. It was Jack Stehman. That was just the way he ran on the football field. Every one took in the situation. He was going to make a tackle far more difficult than the one which saved the game last fall. "But if the leaders should veer off as he jumps!" thought every one. And now he was making one of his famous dives through the air, with head tucked in between his shoulders in his finished, workmanlike style; only this was a very high tackle instead of a low one. His feet had already left the ground when the leaders, suddenly seeing him, veered off to the other side. It was just as all had feared—but just what Stehman had counted upon, for it was exactly what some half-backs do when running with the ball. The Captain's sure, strong arms met about the neck of the horse—and every one gasped.
"He's got 'em!" shrieked some shrill
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