Football -- Juvenile fiction; Phillips Exeter Academy -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
On Saturday came a match, and Wolcott played in Butler’s place during
the second half. The crowd at the side-lines made various comments on
the merits of the two players. But a guard occupies an inconspicuous
place. With the centre he forms the backbone, the anchor of the line;
but his best work is hidden by the scrimmage. It may have been merely
because they were in better training than their antagonists that Seaton
played a so much stronger game during the second half; it may have been
due entirely to his freshness that Lindsay was so effective in holding
up his men and dragging them along, after they were tackled, several
times to a first down. The bleacher critics were uncertain, and the
coachers, who knew best, would not commit themselves.
Again Wolcott took his practice opposite Laughlin. The head coach was
most of the time behind the second; and though he kept close watch on
the general game, he always had one eye on Laughlin and Lindsay. Wolcott
had lost something of his fear of his redoubtable antagonist. As the
game advanced, he discovered that though he could not stand before the
captain in a contest of strength, Laughlin was inclined to be slow, and
when once started in a given direction could not quickly change his
course. With this new light to guide him, he succeeded in giving the
dread guard a most lively and absorbing ten-minutes bout. At the end of
that time Lauder took him out and put him in Butler’s place on the
first. In the signal practice that followed the general game, Lindsay
found himself still occupying Butler’s position.
“He must play with the first from this time on,” said the coach that
evening, as he discussed Lindsay’s case with Laughlin. “We’ve only ten
days more of good practice left, and that allows us little enough time
to work him well into the attack. He’s good enough on the defence now.”
“I suppose you’re right,” responded Laughlin; “but I’d like to have one
or two more tries at him. He’s the toughest proposition I’ve struck this
year. The second’s been the making of that fellow. If we had put him on
the first as soon as he began to show what was in him, he wouldn’t be
half so good.”
“Give me that man for two years, and I’d make him the greatest guard
that ever played!” cried Lauder, who had the true trainer’s enthusiasm
for his pet athlete. “Light as he is, he’s a match for ’most any man
twenty pounds heavier, and he’s growing all the time. Why, he’s all you
can handle now, and just think how green he is!”
“That’s the trouble with Wolcott,” said Laughlin, thoughtfully, “he’s
had so little experience. The Hillbury game is a pretty hard strain on a
green man. If he only keeps his head!”
“He’ll do it, I’m sure,” the coach answered with confidence. “He’s a
natural player, and fellows of that kind play by instinct; they think
more with their nerves than with their minds. We’ll see how he gets
along with that Harvard Second man.”
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