Forrest nodded smilingly. "And as for you, Porter, just you play the best game you know how. Keep the fellows' courage up; that's half of it. I'm taking Rogers out--he's not fit to stand up any longer--and you'll act as captain. I guess you'll know what to do on defense, and if you get the ball remember the ends. Try it yourself on that formation for tandem on guard; and give Whitcomb a chance, for I think you can get through between tackle and end. Don't be afraid to take risks; if you get the ball risk anything! Go ahead now!" Roy and Porter trotted toward the group of players. As they approached Burlen and Rogers were coming unwillingly off, the former looking pretty well punished and the latter limping badly. Jack Rogers turned from his course to speak to them. "Good boy, Forrest!" he panted. "We've got to stop them and you can do it. Porter, remember your promise!" Roy nodded and sprinted into the group. "All right now!" he cried cheerfully. "Get into it everybody and stop this. You fellows in the line have got to play lower. Get down there, Walker, you're up in the clouds. Charge into 'em now! Stop it right here! You can do it. Look at 'em! They're beaten right now!" "Only we don't know it," growled a big guard, wiping the perspiration from his face onto the sleeve of his red jersey. Roy grinned across at him. "You will know it pretty soon, my friend," he answered. "All right now, fellows! Every man into it!" Then he retreated up the field and watched. Hammond had replaced her left-tackle and left half with fresh men, and, when the whistle blew, went at the work again as though she meant business. A straight plunge by the new left half gained a yard through Gallup. Then the tandem formed again and again the hammering began. Presently Roy saw that Forrest had been picked out for attention and was getting a lot of it. Two gains through him in quick succession brought the ball back to the thirty yards. Roy raced up to the line, pulled Forrest about by the shoulder and shook a fist in the face of that amazed young giant. "Forrest, if you let 'em through here again I'll lick you till you can't stand up!" shouted Roy, his blue eyes blazing. "You coward! Get in there and do something! Put that man out. Get the jump on 'em! He's half dead now!" Forrest forgot to smile. "All right," he growled. After the next attack at center Roy again ran up. Forrest turned with a bleeding nose and a new light in his eyes. "You don't need to scold," he said quietly. "He just handed me this." "What are you going to do?" asked Roy scathingly. "Do?" grunted Forrest, mad clear through. "I'm going to put him out of commission." "No slugging, remember!" "I won't slug; I'll just play ball!"