judgment; he drove the next attack against Durant, who had been playing the strongest game in the St. Timothy’s line. The attack collapsed without gaining. Then Charles directed a play at Edward; Jackson opened up the hole and Dale rushed through for five yards.
“Stop them, Crashaw; you’ve got to stop them!” cried Durant passionately.
Charles Crashaw heard that too, and his eyes glittered.
Blanchard gave Edward a confiding pat on the shoulder. “All right, old man; all right,” said Blanchard’s quiet voice.
That generous confidence made Edward choke; he resolved to justify his captain’s faith. The next time he made a good tackle; and again St. John’s had to kick. The ball was St. Timothy’s in the middle of the field.
They rushed it by a series of attacks to St. John’s thirty-yard line. Edward had been getting into every play with all the strength that he had; and Blanchard had been driving his team without intermission.
