Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Football -- Juvenile fiction; Football stories
He was close to the ten when disaster almost overtook him in the shape
of a hurtling Munson Lineman. If the enemy had come at him in less
haste the result might have been different. As it was, the Munson
fellow’s idea appeared to be to knock Joe flat by the force of the
concussion and make his tackle afterwards. That is where he made his
mistake, for, although they met and Joe staggered from the impact, the
latter avoided more than half the force of the other’s body by spinning
on his heel. There was one second of suspense after that when Joe felt
a hand at his ankle, but he was able to pull away before the clutching
fingers found a hold. Then the enemy was all about him, it seemed, and
he had the ball against the pit of his stomach, his head down and his
feet pushing the last few yards of trampled turf behind him. The truth
is that, at the end, there were far more friends than foes around him,
and that Joe’s final heroic effort to cross the line was made with Gus
Billings fairly butting him on! But cross it he did, and that is the
main thing!
And while Holman’s went crazy with joy and flocked, dancing and
cavorting, along the side line, while Joe fought for breath that
wouldn’t come, while cheers for the Light Green assaulted the sky,
Norman, who had seldom if ever kicked a goal in all his life, now, just
because no one cared whether he succeeded or didn’t, sent the pigskin
over the bar as prettily as if the game depended on it!
There were many happy persons around school that evening. There was the
whole student body in general, and there were the members of the team
in particular. And then there was Gus, who declared a great many times
that any one who had ever said that Joe wasn’t a great football player
was nothing more or less than a moron! Because, no matter how good a
guy was, if he didn’t follow the ball――
And, of course, there was Joe himself, who, while giving Luck its due,
still dared to take a little credit for what had happened.
And then there was Rusty.
THE END
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