and swaying body. "Great! Once more now! All sing!" They responded valiantly, louder than before since many, previously silent, found courage and lifted their voices. Wolcott applauded and laughed and came back with a derisive composition in which "Wyndham" was insultingly punned with "wind 'em."
Across the field, Mr. Deane lighted a fresh cigar and said: "Well, it looks as if they'd pulled that fellow's teeth, eh? What'shisname, I mean."
"Hoskins?" asked Loring. "Yes, I don't believe he will trouble us much, father. Mr. Babcock set two men to covering him and he hasn't got away with anything yet. What Wolcott may do, though, is fake a throw to Hoskins and send the ball the other way. That might catch us napping."
"How did you spy that fellow, Lory?"
"They ran him on near the end of last week's game. Wolcott had scored a touchdown and a field-goal in the first half and sent her first-string men off to the showers. After that she couldn't do much. The other team got scrappy and held Wolcott twice inside its twenty yards. I think Wolcott thought she ought to have one score at least to show for the last half and took a chance. Anyway, after she'd used up two downs over there near the twenty-five-yard line she called Hoskins in, and he sifted through on the first play and trotted down to the corner of the field, just as he did a few minutes ago. The ball went right into his hands and he stepped over the line for a touchdown. Then he was taken right out again. I saw the trainer hand
