“One of the substitutes, did you say?”
“A freshman?”
“What name?”
“Ready—Jack Ready? Well, I propose a cheer for Jack Ready. His name fits him. He was ready that time.”
They cheered again and again. There were plenty of freshmen present, and they nearly split their throats. The glory of this game was coming to their class, for Ready had made the sensational play of the day.
The two elevens were lined up for the final struggle. It must be nearly time for the game to close. Brown was preparing for one more furious onslaught. She must gain fifteen yards to score, or kick a goal from the field. The game was on again, and Brown was bucking Yale’s line. She made a clean gain of five yards before her first down. Only ten yards more and Brown would have a touch-down. Her eleven men seemed like raging fiends, ready to shed their life blood in order to put the pigskin over the goal-line.
“They’ll do it!”
“It looks that way!”
“Our team is too weak now!”
“Too many substitutes.”