"It is buck fever, I guess. O Dave, I do love this grand old game!"
Coach Morton half turned, sending a comprehending smile at the earnest young freshman.
"I wonder if you'd feel like that," ventured Dave, "if you were one of our fellows out there on the gridiron."
"Not for a second," spoke up Prescott, promptly. "I know what
I would be doing though."
"What?"
"I'd he Singing inside—-singing songs of triumph over the game we were going to win—-the game we just had to win!"
"You'd be pretty confident," smiled Darrin.
"Yes, I would," Dick asserted. "I believe it's the only spirit worth having—-the firm conviction that you're going to win, and that nothing can stop you."
Coach Morton turned long enough to say:
"Prescott, I wish you were old enough and big enough to be out there on our team now. When your time comes I certainly hope you'll make the eleven. Your spirit is what every high school needs."