CHAPTER XIV
"GIRLS ARE QUEER"
"Now, fellows, we can win, or at least tie the score yet," remarkedCaptain Cross, as his players were sent back to the middle of the fieldfor another kick-off. "Smash through 'em! Phil, try our forward pass andon-side kick."
"There are only five minutes more of play," said Tom, who heard thatfrom the timekeeper.
"Never mind, we can do it. Tie the score, anyhow!"
But it was not to be. Smash through the line though her players did, forthere seemed no stopping them, successful as the forward pass was, andwith the gain netted by an on-side kick, Randall could do no better thanto carry the ball to the Fairview ten-yard line.
There might have been a try for a field goal, but Phil decided there wasno chance for it, whereas bucking the line was almost a sure thing.His men were doing magnificent work, for they had carried the ballcontinuously from the middle of the field without loss. Two minutes moreof play would have given them a touch-down, but the fatal whistle blew,and with a groan the Randall players knew their last hope was gone.
There came the usual cheers and college yells for the vanquished fromthe victors, and the return of the compliment. Then the downcast Randalllads filed slowly across the gridiron. They were sad at heart, and CoachLighton noticed it.
"Fellows, you did magnificent work!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Youreally did!"
"All except winning," said Tom gloomily.
"I think we played rotten!" burst out Phil, who seemed to take it muchto heart.
"And I let Sellig get around me, and missed tackling him," said JoeJackson, fairly groaning. "That cost us the game."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Captain Cross, who knew the danger of despondency."You did all right, Joe; and the other Jersey twin shone like a star ona dark night. We're all right."
"Yes, except for what ails us," added Dutch Housenlager, making aplayful attempt to trip up Tom.
"Here! Quit that!" exclaimed the left-end in no gentle voice.
Coach Lighton noticed it. Tom, as well as the others, was "on edge." Itwould not need much more to demoralize the team. He must stop thegrowing feeling.
"Fellows," he exclaimed, "you're all right! I know what I'm talkingabout. I've coached teams before, and I say that for the first game ofthe season you did all that could be expected. I'm proud of you. I----"
"A thing like this happened once before," said a voice at the elbow ofthe coach. "My uncle says----"
But Ford Fenton got no further, for Dutch Housenlager, putting out hisfoot, neatly tripped the offending one, and the rest of his sentence wasmumbled to the grass.
"Serves him right!" exclaimed Tom, and in the laugh that followed thenervous, disappointed feeling of the team, in a measure, passed off.
"Fairview has a good team," went on Coach Lighton. "I give them creditfor that. But we have a better one, and now that we know their style ofplay and their weakness we can beat them next game. We'll have anotherchance at them."
"And we'll wipe up the gridiron with 'em!" cried Holly Cross. "Forgetit, fellows! Let's sing 'Marching to the Goal Posts,'" which they didwith such a vim that the spirits of all were raised many degrees.
"Well, Phil," remarked Tom, as he was getting off his football togs, "wewere sort of up against it, eh?"
"Oh, it might have been worse. But the way the fellows rushed theball up the field the last five minutes was a caution. It was like amachine."
"Yes; we ought to have done that first."
"That's right. By the way, I'm going to see my sister. Want to comealong?"
"Sure!" exclaimed Tom with such eagerness that Phil remarked dryly:
"I don't know that she'll be with Madge Tyler."
"Oh--er--that is--that's all right," said Tom hastily, and he swallowedquickly. "I'll go along."
"All right," said Phil.
They finished dressing, and went across the field to where a crowd ofspectators was still congregated.
"Think you can find her in this bunch?" asked Tom, but he was taking nochances, for he himself was keeping a sharp lookout for a certain fairface.
"Oh, I guess so. If I don't spot her she'll glimpse me. Girls are greatfor finding people in a crowd. Sis always seems to do it."
"Oh, Phil!" called a voice a moment later, and Ruth Clinton hurried upto her brother, gaily waving a Fairview flag. She was followed by MadgeTyler, who also had her college colors with her. "How's your shoulder?"asked Ruth anxiously. "I was so nervous that I couldn't bear to look atthe plays."
"Yes, you've got a lot of ruffians on your team," retorted her brother."They don't know how to play like gentlemen."
"But they know how to win!" exclaimed Madge, as she greeted her chum'sbrother.
"That's right," admitted Phil, making a rueful face.
"I'm sorry I had to cheer against you and Mr. Parsons to-day," went onMadge, as she looked at Phil. "I really--well, of course I can't say Ireally wanted to you to win against Fairview, but I wish the score hadbeen even."
"There's no satisfaction in that," retorted Tom. "We lost, and they won,fairly and squarely."
"Oh, I'm glad you admit that," spoke Ruth with a laugh, and she wavedher flag in Tom's face. He made a grab for it, and caught the end ofthe cane. For an instant he stood thus, looking into the laughing,mischievous eyes of Ruth Clinton.
"Do you want it?" she asked daringly.
"Yes," said Tom, "even though it is the color of the enemy."
"What will you give me for it?" she asked.
"My colors," said Tom, taking a small knot of yellow and maroon from hiscoat lapel. "We'll exchange until the victory goes the other way about."
"All right," she agreed laughingly. "Don't forget, now. Mr. Parsons."
"I'll not," he assured her, and he turned to see Madge regarding himcuriously. Her eyes shifted away quickly as they met his.
"Heard from dad?" asked Phil, who had been an amused witness to thelittle scene.
"Yes, I have a letter with me," answered his sister. "Here it is," andshe handed it to Phil. "Mother is some better."
"That's good. Do you have to get right back to college, or have yougirls time to go down the street and have some soda?" asked Phil.
"Oh, we'll make time to go with _you_!" exclaimed Madge, and sheaccented the last word. Tom looked at her keenly.
"Come on, then," invited Phil, and, as if it was the most natural thingin the world, he swung alongside of Madge, leaving Tom to walk withRuth. Nor was Tom at all slow to take advantage of this arrangement,though for a brief instant he hardly knew whether or not he ought to gowith her, considering how friendly Madge had been with him since shegave up going with Langridge.
"How does it feel to lose?" asked Ruth, as she walked with Tom.
"Not very good," he answered, as he listened to Madge's gay laugh atsomething Phil said. He was reflecting how well she got along with thehandsome quarter-back. But Tom was not unaware of the charms of thepretty girl at his side. They talked on many subjects during the walk totown, and Tom felt like a chap who has had offered to him the choice oftwo most delightful companions, and cannot tell which one he likes best.Ruth was certainly an attractive girl, and her jolly laugh--but justthen he heard the rippling tones of Madge's voice.
"Oh, hang it all!" he thought to himself. "What am I up against?"
They spent a jolly afternoon before it was time for Tom and Phil tostart back to Randall.
"I hope you'll come over again--soon," said Ruth to her brother as theywere about to part.
"I will, if Miss Tyler will second your invitation," replied Phil.
"Of course I will," said Madge heartily.
"Can't I come, too?" asked Tom.
"Of course," answered Ruth promptly. "I shall expect you to report to meon the condition of my colors."
"Oh, of course," was Tom's remark. Then he waited for Madge to saysomething to him, but she turned away without a word. Yet Tom could notforget that she had added her invitation to that of Ruth in regar
d toPhil.
Whereat, wondering over some matters on the way home, Tom said to hischum:
"Girls are queer, aren't they?"
"Are you just finding that out?" asked the quarter-back.
"I guess so," was what Tom said.
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