CHAPTER XIX
ARNOLD HAS A THOUGHT
The First Team came back hard that afternoon, rolling up a total of 25 points against Carrel’s and holding the opponent to a single touchdown. Yardley scored in each period, starting in the first with a field-goal shortly after play began, adding a touchdown and goal in the second, a touchdown in the third and another field-goal and touchdown in the last. Carrel’s did her scoring in the third period, following a fumble in the back-field by Quarterback Noyes. Securing the ball on Yardley’s twenty-two yards, the visitor worked a double pass that sent her full-back romping over the line without much opposition. She failed at an easy goal, however, and had to be content with six points.
Of course Toby heard all this and much more from Arnold that evening, for Arnold was as full of the game’s details as a plum-pudding is full of raisins—or ought to be! But it was after Toby had sketched the Second Team’s fracas with the mill hands, for Toby’s face demanded an explanation. Besides a contused nose, honestly earned in combat, he had a large lump on his left cheek bone. “Some day, maybe,” he said wistfully, “I’m going to meet up with the fellow who handed me that. When I do, if it isn’t in church, I’m going to hand it back to him.”
“Think you’d know him?” asked Arnold. “Thought you said it was a mob, and that——”
“It was a mob, but I saw the chap that walloped me. Yes, I’ll know him all right if only by his hair.”
“What about his hair?”
“It was——” Toby hesitated—“it was red!”
Arnold whooped delightedly. “What do you know? Honest, Toby? Say, I’d like to have seen that! Red against—hm——”
“Say it,” said Toby, grinning. “His was redder than mine, too, and that’s going some! And he had freckles all over his nose and looked like one of those tough boys in the movies. Yes, I’ll know him. Don’t you worry.”