"Sounds like a peach to me," endorsed left half Bill Grady. "What do you say we try it?"
"Well, if you guys think it's okay," agreed Alf. "Now this'll be the signal...!"
With play resumed, the Seconds sprung their surprise play. A quick crisis-crossing behind the lines, Mack lunging to the left, Bill Grady taking the ball and dropping into his backfield...!
"Look out for a pass!"
The Varsity shouted its warning as Bill suddenly wheeled and hurled the pigskin to his left where a crouching figure straightened up, raced toward the goal, jumped into the air to catch the ball and was tackled almost immediately, only to fall over the line for a touchdown.
"Atta boy, Mack!" shouted delirious Seconds, dragging the tickled Varsity substitute to his feet.
"How about it, you Varsity?" Mack taunted. "A march of eighty yards!"
"Yea, Pomeroy!" razzed Second team members. "You can't stop Pomeroy!"
"Just a minute!" broke in Coach Edward, abruptly. "What play was that you fellows just pulled?"
Alf Rigsbee, Seconds' quarterback, looked a bit uneasy.