"Because he doesn't see all that goes on in the line," was the calm answer of the Princeton coach. "I don't believe it is necessary to say more."
"Well, if I——"
"It's all right," broke in Coach Norton for Blue Hill. "If you object to him, we'll take some one else. How will Jacob Small do?"
"Of Lehigh?"
"Yes."
"We'll accept him gladly," assented Mr. Spencer. "Now as to the other officials," and they were quickly settled upon.
"Heads or tails?" asked Dick, as he prepared to spin the coin for choice of goals.
"Um—heads," spoke Captain Haskell quickly, as the quarter went spinning into the air.
"Heads it is," announced Dick without a tremor in his voice. The first little indication of fate had gone against him, but it could not be helped. He hoped to get the choice, as there was no wind blowing, and naturally no advantage in goals, so that the winner of the toss could elect to have the other side kick off if he liked. Dick had planned to let Blue Hill kick if he had won the say of the spinning coin, but it was not to be. Which would Haskell select?
There was a moment's hesitation as the rival captain tested the wind with a moistened, up-lifted finger. Then he announced his choice.