Followed a Greenburg fumble, a quick recovery for a loss and a weird attempt at an end run almost under High School’s goal. Then a kick on second down and the ball floated into the waiting arms of Will Curran, the Yardley quarter, just past the center of the field. Curran was still the old Curran, it seemed, for he was off like a shot, side-stepped an adversary, broke through the nearer field of mingled friend and foe, and was off on a long, straight dash for the Greenburg goal. Toby and Sid cheered prodigiously as Curran fooled the anxious quarter and romped over the last white line between the posts. Snowden missed the goal and the figures on the score-board stood 11 to 0. The half ended a moment later and the big squad of blue-legged players trailed off to the gymnasium. Sid ambled off to find some fellow who had borrowed a dollar from him last spring, his round face set in determined lines, and a moment later George Tubb took the vacant place at Toby’s side.
“Pretty punk game, isn’t it?” he said.
Toby concealed his displeasure as best he could. “Well, it’s the first one, you know. Can’t expect much of a first game. How did you get on to-day?”
“Pretty good.” Toby was actually startled. Never before had he heard Tubb approach so close to enthusiasm! Even the rest of his response couldn’t altogether spoil the first part. “I’m through to-day, though. I only agreed to keep on for the week, you know. Well, here’s your fat friend coming back, and I’ll beat it. So long, Tucker.”
“So long,” answered Toby. To himself he added viciously, “I’d like to punch your silly head!”
CHAPTER X
TOBY EMPTIES HIS LOCKER
“The cheek of him!” exclaimed Sid, seating himself. “What do you think he asked me to do?”
“Go away?” hazarded Toby.