"All right, sir," said Dink, who had watched no one else.
He waited breathless for the first shock of the Andover attack. It came with a rush, compact and solid, and swept back the Lawrenceville left side for a good eight yards.
"Good-by!" said Harris in a whisper.
Dink began to whistle, moving down the field, watching the backs. Another machine-like advance and another big gain succeeded.
"They'll wake up," said Dink solemnly to himself. "They'll stop 'em in a minute."
But they did not stop. Rush by rush, irresistibly the blue left their own territory and passed the forty-five yard line of Lawrenceville. Then a fumble occurred and the ball went again with the gale far out of danger, over the heads of the Andover backs who had misjudged its treacherous course.
"Lucky we've got the wind," said Dink, calm amid the roaring cheers about him. "Gee, that Andover attack's going to be hard to stop. Banks is beginning to limp."
The blue, after a few quick advances, formed and swept out toward Garry Cockrell's end.
"Three yards lost," said Dink grimly. "They won't try him often. Funny they're not onto Banks. Lord, how they can gain through the center of the line. First down again." Substitute and coach, the frantic school, alumni over from Princeton, kept up a constant storm of shouts and entreaties:
"Oh, get together!"