“THEN THE FULL-BACK WAS UPON HIM.”
“Let me down, fellows!” cried Tommy, struggling against the hands which held him by leg and ankle. “Let me down. They’ll line up again in a minute.”
“No, they won’t,” yelled Sexton, who had charge of Tommy’s right leg. “Time’s up! You got the ball over in the last minute of play, old man.”
He had his cap off.
“Now three cheers for Remington!” he cried. “Are you ready? Hip—hip—”
But there was no response, for suddenly across the field they saw the head-master coming toward them.
“Does the old man want to congratulate him, too?” asked Sexton of the boy next to him. “I never saw him at a game before.”
But as he came nearer, and they saw his face, they fell silent. In his hand he held a sheet of yellow paper.
“Put him down, boys,” he said quietly, and Tommy was set on the ground again. “You must come with me at once, Remington,” he added. “I have bad news for you.”