Middletown transcript., 1909-01-30
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great audience stood still in yer,
amazement. But when the bal
was finally downed a cheer wa
given that made up for lost time
The question, What's the mat
ter with Crawford! was strongly
put BY the leader OF the yelling
and the response, He's all right
proved a unanimous vote.
Theboy's father proudly looked
across the gridiron at the young
hero, the pale mother smiled,
and the pretty girl, her cheeks
redder than ever, contributed hel
mite to the cheering.
The Harwood quarterback
started a signal.
Stop! cried Crawford.
The quarterback looked around
and saw the fullback approach
ing.
I'll carry the ball, muttered the
latter.
There was peculiar fierceness
about his expression that awed
the quarter, although the plung-
ing backs of the Chase team in.
spired no terror in his stout
young heart.
I'll carry the ball, repeated
Crawford, menacingly.
And Crawford carried the ball.
He struck the line like a bat.
tering ram, and, pushed by his
teammates, forced the Chase
men back, back until he toppled
over the goal line with the first
score of the day!
Had all the intermittent cheer
ing that had gone before been
rolled into one big roar it couldn't
have been noiser than the shout
that followed the touchdown.
All Harwood was made with
joy. That is, almost all Harwood.
The young doctor who had ad-
ministered the strange gas that
awoke Bob Crawford from un-
consciousness was standing near
the goal posts, very pale. He
never took his eyes from his
heroic patient.
He must wear it out, he NUT
tered to himself. He'll go crazy
il he doesn't. Five minutes, and |
it should have been three! What |
a dose!
The coach turned to the trainer |
with a broad smile.
The boys all right, he said.
He's all wrong, growled the
trainer. Why, there amt an
other man on the field can do
what he's doing. He took his
physical tests last Saturday and
he was the weakest man ON the
,eam. just now he Don led over
hat giant fullback as if he was
straw and then rushed through
he line of husky blacksmiths
Ind curled it up like so much /
issue paper. l tell you some.
hing's wrong.
You were afraid that the game
vas too rough for Bob, said the
enior Crawford. Why, he's the
player on the field. Il
He's much stronger than he
Ised to be, rejoined the proud
mother.
He's grand! whispered the
'retty girl to herself.
The players had unrayele6
hemselves after the scrim mage
nd we're awaiting CraWford's
ry for goal. Bob had risen rather ]
loWly from the ground with the
id of two fellow players bel
eemed dizzy and his legs We're a
rife unsteady. The captain no.
ICED his strange expression and
he other players knew that he
1asn't himself. The quarterback
praWled on the ground and held
1e ball tightly in position for the
oal kick. Ten yards away Bob j
TODD apparently gauging the |
ERECTION. Suddenly he yaa0ned- l
strange thing at such critical
loment. Then he stretched
9th arms and yawned again;
ubbed his hand sloacly across
is forehead and aVithout further
10 sank to the gronnd and Law :
,retched out at full length.
The young doctor Vas at his Z:
de in a moment.
Here! he called to the scrubs. n
nd feao seconds later Bob toas 4
eing carried to the doctors :
Zee.
There t0ere Who's all right? 3
Id He's all right! until the young
gro disappeared, but he didn't 5
ear them. 4
The coach shook his head. I
Too light to last, muttered the &
amer. z
The trio Of personally inter.
ted spectators in the stand said
tile, but thought hard. I
Nesbit took Cra,oford's place s
ID the game proceeded. Itl$ &
ISN'T much of a contest from y