[“‘Go in for Minturn.... Use your brains,’ he added.”]
Smith was already pulling Dan’s sweater over his head, and Dan’s heart was thumping wildly. Then, with Loring’s pat on the shoulder speeding him forward, he sped out onto the field. Already the teams were lining up.
“All right, Brewer?” asked the referee.
“All right,” was the answer.
“All right, Yardley?”
“Wait!” cried Dan.
“Go ahead and play ball!” objected the Brewer captain.
“Substitute for left-end, sir,” panted Dan to the referee.
“Yes, with instructions,” jeered a Brewer lineman. “Send him off, Mr. Referee; there’s nothing the matter with the left-end they’ve got in now!”