Some one pushed a way through and grabbed Andy by the hand.
“You did it, old man! You did it!” a frantic voice exclaimed. “I give you credit for it, Andy!”
Andy found himself confronting Chet.
“I told you we’d win,” answered Andy, with a laugh.
“Yes, but you never said you were going to do it yourself,” spoke Chet, ruefully.
“Come on, fellows, up with him!” called the quarterback, and before Andy could stop them they had lifted him to their shoulders, while behind the students had formed themselves into a queue to do the serpentine dance.
Cheer after cheer was given, and then the team passed into the dressing rooms, and into comparative quiet. Comparative quiet only, for the players were babbling among themselves, living the game over again.
“And to think that a substitute did it, after we’ve thought ourselves the whole show all season,” groaned one of the regulars.
“Oh, well, it was just an accident,” said Andy, modestly.
“A mighty lucky accident for Yale, my friend!” exclaimed Holwell. “May there be more of such accidents!”