The blood went racing to Judd's head. The entire game had been thus far like a disconnected dream to him. It had been difficult to actually associate himself with it.
"My … my chance!" he faltered.
Rudolph nodded … then clutched Judd's sleeve. "See … Blackwell's looking this way … we've got to kick … and … he can't!"
The field seemed to blur out of Judd's vision. There was a sickening buzzing in his head … he looked at Rudolph with undisguised horror on his face.
"Me … me … go in … there?"
Rudolph gave him a look of scorn and threw aside his blankets. Coach Little came up, slapping Judd on the back. "You're taking Blackwell's place, Billings …"
"Let me go in!" pleaded Rudolph, "Judd's scared stiff!"
The coach glanced sharply at the shivering substitute. The referee's whistle was screeching demandingly. Blackwell was being helped off the field.
"No, Rudie … you're done for the day. It's up to Billings."
The coach turned to Judd.