The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1905-11-09
The Girl at the
FiYe-Yard Line.
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BY EDWIN DALIER.


It's Randall!
It's Randall" In hoarse whisper,
as II louder tone feared TO confirm
the statment, the words swep-
through the thgong. On the twelfth
tier of seats at the flve-yard line the
girl made out the murmur, already
confused 10 q sigh upon the lips OF
the thousands.
It's Randall, It's Randall" she re
peate1. That means
Young Barstow, beside her, raisel
his left wrist and let It fall again
into the black silk sling he wore over
his shoulders.
YES" he said, without interrupting
his eager, jealous scrutiny of the field
below, that means David goes In as
quarterback. 1t ought 10 mean me-
and he glanced down bitterly at his
broken wrist, but it means David
now. They'll have to put David in"
They'll have TOP the girl asked,
reproachfully.
Jimmy Barstow, of Harvard %,
and but for his broken wrist first
substitute for Randall, the crimson
quarterback, smiled with his custo.
mary elder-bro,her-ol-David indul-
gence. Then he looked approvingly
at her troubled, flushed little face set
off by wavy brown hair.
Excuse me, Helen he said. "Da-
vid has my place to-day, but have
his. Twas awfully rude TO want to
cnange back, wasn't it? But" he went
on, quickly and more seriously, hes
only freshman; he's only fresh
man, and he's never boen In a big
game-and the balls on the five.yard
line"
"He isn't only at ALL" the girl COR
rected, stubbonly. He's Davii. What
If it is our ball on the five-yard line
Isn't that all the better"
Upon the side lines, waere the sub
stitutes sat together, crimson-olad
form, smaller and more youthful than
the others, turned and twisted un-
easily; and beside him Dalton, the
head coach, hesitated uncertainty.
Almost upon the broad chalk-line,
which eleven men in bo1y and twenty
thousand In spirit defended as Yale's
goal, the blue and the crimson teams
the latter lacking a man-eyed
each oher de!lantly, confidently. Five
yards more or only another play,
perhaps, and the game would be lost
and won, But Randall, who had di.
long first half of the game still bar.
ren of score; Randall, who, in the
second half, driven back, back, had
at last inspired his team for the r
successful stand before their goal
Randall, who, taking the ball, had
driven the unceas!ng, unwearying
line plunges, which regained the lost
ground for the crimson; Randall, who
had guided the play on past the cen.
ter OF the field, on past Yale's TWEEN.
ty-five-yard line and on to the very
shadow of the coveted goal; Randall,
who had never faltered and never
failed-was gone, and his team knew,
as the coach knew, who must take
his place.
They had known from the week be.
fore, when Barstow The elder was
hurt, that Barstow the freshman
would have to go into the game ii
anything should happen to the regu-
lar quarterback. But Dalton could
not have foreseen that the boy was
rated to make his first appearance
not only In the game against the
team, but to direct the very play
which would be the play TO the forty
thousand straining forward from
their seats. 1t was not strange,
therefore, that during the seconds
which seemed minutes the head
coach hesitated.
Indeed, although few in the eager,
impatient multitude fully compre.
hended the reason for the delay, all
sat In a silence which seemed doubly
still by reaction from the moment be-
fore. Only here and there one who
understood more fully muttered TO
himself, He's only freshman, no 5
only freshman; but-but"
Dalton half-beckoned with his hand
and as the little substitute quarter,
back sprang forward, as If at a sig.
nal, the rows OF crimson banners
streamed higher and waved franti
cally, as the thousands jumped up to
cheer him. But Barstow, running 10
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