GRINNELL—15
POMEROY—14
Unaccountable things happened after that. More pandemonium than a fellow, playing his first full game for Grinnell had thought existed in the world. Joy-crazed students surrounding him as he suddenly gave vent to his feelings and, to the amazement of fellow team-mates, broke into uncontrolled sobs.
"What the heck are you crying about?" Frank Meade was demanding.
"Because," he choked, "Pomeroy lost!"
A great shout of laughter went up at this from all except those who realized the predicament Grinnell's substitute back had been in.
"Cheer up, kid!" called a familiar voice, and Mack beheld Coach Carver fighting his way through to him in company with Coach Edward.
"But you lost your job?" Mack wanted to know, still somewhat dazed by it all.
"I sure did!" grinned Brother Carl, gripping him by the shoulder. "You knocked me out of that!... I always said you couldn't play football!"
"And now he knows it!" smiled Coach Edward. "I'm taking your brother's place at Pomeroy next year—so he tells me!... In fact, he recommended me!"
"What?" gasped Mack.