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 to my credit that it was on my side that the ball was gradually lurching forward toward their goal, yard by yard, for I thing I was sort of drunk. I didn't know anything except to tear holes in their line, and I felt that nothing could stop me.

Anyhow, they couldn't, I noticed. So they began banking several men there opposite me. Did you notice that? Then, you know, Cap tried the other side, and then—we lost the ball on downs! For Heaven's sake! what made us do that? Now came the play that I started to tell you about.

It was their ball on their thirty-yard line, first down. I was nearly crazy at our losing the ball, and we had only a few minutes' play left. And just here came my chance.

Their captain gave the signal, and their full-back dropped back as if for a kick; and "Look out for a fake kick!" suddenly called Shorty, our quarter, to all of us.

Now though there wasn't time to say so, I felt sure they weren't going to try any fake kicks on the thirty-yard line, with their score six to our nothing; so, with a sort of wild