It was a much different team that left the field after that last two minutes of play. A new spirit now prevailed. Although woefully battered, out-generaled, and outplayed, beaten by a 13 to 0 score, Judd's presence had produced the tonic which revived their spirits and restored the punch which had been sadly lacking. Benz and Neil escorted Judd to the sidelines whispering happily in his ears. "You stopped 'em, old fellow! You saved another touchdown! Great stuff! Just wait until next half!" "Say!" exploded Judd, ignoring the praise, "That little sucker is a spry one, isn't he? A shoe-string more an' I'd never have caught him!" CHAPTER XVIII THE SECOND HALF Bob rushed out and greeted Judd before he reached the sidelines. "Fine work, old man! You're a wonder! I knew you would be if they ever gave you a chance. Why, say, it was worth coming a hundred miles just to see those two plays! Shake hands, Buddy. You don't know how glad I am to see you. Hold on, what's this,--blood?" "Yep," grinned Judd, gazing a bit ruefully at his right hand which was swollen and bleeding. "That big jumbo Gordon put his foot on it." "Here, let me fix it for you." Bob hunted up some tape and bandages. Judd sat down in the circle of football men. Coach Phillips had a kind word for every man. He praised Judd especially for his great work during the last two minutes of the first half. The rube's face glowed with pleasure. For the first time he was beginning to feel the college spirit and a great ambition surged up within him for Bartlett to win the game. But the word which gave him deepest satisfaction and fired him with determination came from Cateye. "I'm proud of you, pal. Remember--you're fighting for Bartlett and for me!" A tremendous roar swept across the field as the two teams trotted upon the gridiron for the beginning of the second half. Judd was given another cheer by the Bartlett stands. He seemed totally oblivious of it all. Benz shouted to him. "Rube, they're cheering you!" "Are they?" was the rube's careless rejoinder. The coach had told him to watch Gordon and Judd intended above all else to follow instructions closely. Pennington kicked off. Judd watched the ball sail into the air; then realized, with a sudden start, that it was coming to him! He braced himself for the catch. Benz and Potts shot past him. "Follow us!" they shouted.