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64 they were all blown and anxious-eyed, but none of them looked as Edward did, none had  that white circle round the mouth, none seemed  so exhausted and distressed.

“Now then, fellows, get across this time,” Charles cried in hi& determined voice. “Sixty-three, seven!”

Then they went through Edward for the touchdown.

Three minutes after. Dale had kicked the goal, making the score six to nothing for St. John’s; the game was over.

Charles did not have a chance then to speak to Edward. The St. John’s boys rushed upon the field; they massed round their captain and  exalted him on their shoulders, and then ran  with him to the athletic house. He was far less happy than any of those who bore him.

In the shower-room he found himself standing next to Durant.

“Why did n’t you put a substitute in for my brother towards the end?” he asked sharply.

“The only substitute there was sprained his ankle three days ago,” Durant replied. “We