“Be easy, can’t you?” he grumbled. “How do you think that wrist is going to get well if you don’t take care of it? If I’d had my way you’d never gone back there to-day. It’s a wonder you didn’t snap it out again.” “All right, Andy,” replied Kendall happily. “I just wanted to see if we’d get the goal.” “No matter if we do or we don’t,” said Andy, snapping his bag shut. “We beat ’em anyway, don’t we?” “Yes, but――but what _is_ the score?” “Nine to six, and that’s good enough. How do you feel?” “Oh, I’m all right, feeling fine. Nine to――――” “No goal!” someone cried, and “No goal!” ran the verdict as the throng broke up to follow the ball back to the center of the field. “Who kicked?” asked Kendall, as Jensen, substitute tackle, came by trailing his blanket in the mud. “Fales. Missed it by only a foot, I guess. That was a great run, Burtis.” “Can you walk all right?” asked Andy. Kendall got to his feet and tried it, finding that the dizziness was gone. “Then go on up before the crowd starts,” directed the trainer. “Get your duds off and take a hot tub. I’ll look after you when I come up.” “Couldn’t I see the rest of the game?” begged Kendall. “You could not,” answered Andy shortly. “Do as I tell you to do for once. First thing you know them howling hyenas will be wanting to lug you around on their shoulders and you’ll get hurt again. Off with you now. Go slow, but keep going!” “All right. Will you find my sweater for me?” “I will. Get out!” So Kendall, feeling rather as though he had had a skyscraper fall on him and had been kicked by a mule, trudged out and up the path to the gymnasium, the clamor of shouts and cheers and the piping of the whistle lessening as he went. Halfway to the gymnasium, warned by a sudden burst of triumphant cheering, he turned and looked back. They were diving under the ropes and flooding onto the field. The game was over. Kendall, smiling blissfully, hurried on. CHAPTER XX HARRY REMEMBERS “Broadwood had a little team, It couldn’t play at all, And ev’ry time it tried to pass It dropped the blooming ball! The ball, the ball, the ball, the ball, It dropped the blooming ball! “It tried to play with Yardley once, And, oh, it was a shame To see the way old Yardley went And took away that game! The game, the game, the game, the game, And took away the game!” “Some range, what?” asked The Duke, slapping Harry Merrow on the shoulder as they clattered up the last flight in Clarke. “Honestly, I don’t see how grand opera’s got along all these years without me! ‘The game, the game, the game, the game; And took away the ga-a-me!’ Get that chord? Kind of bad, what? Sometimes I have to pity Caruso and Scotti, old man.” “Why, they don’t have to hear you, do they?” asked Harry innocently, as The Duke flung open the portal of Number 47.