“Three ahead,” someone groaned as play was resumed. “They’ve got us.”
“Nothing like that,” Rabbit retorted. “Four minutes left to play. Touchdown! Touchdown!”
And the bleachers were chanting: “Touchdown! Touchdown!”
The struggle was resumed.
Time out for Chehalis. A player limped off the field. By this time Rabbit was too weary to see who replaced him. Soon he was to know and smile.
Once again play was resumed; Hillcrest’s ball on the opponent’s forty yard line.
They went into a huddle! Came out. The play called for two short lateral passes behind the line. While this was going on Rabbit was to break through the opponent’s scattered defense and prepare to receive a long pass.
Could he make it? He breathed hard. Snap! They were away. So was Rabbit. To reach his required position was easy. Where was the ball? Had the two laterals served their purpose? Yes! Yes! Here came the ball, straight for his outstretched hands and not an opponent near. What luck!
But wait! As he caught the ball and turned to run, he saw before him, not ten yards away, a huge player, in fact, none other than that right tackle, the one he suspected of some unfair trick. He had been returned to the game.
There are times when Rabbit’s mind works with the speed of a steel trap. This was one of those times.