And Fred showed them. He was a little nervous at first as he felt all eyes following him, but, in the excitement of the game, this wore off, and he played like a fiend. He was here, there and everywhere, dodging, twisting, running like a deer, bucking the line with a force that would not be denied. Twice he carried the ball over the line for a touchdown, and before his onslaughts the scrubs crumpled up like paper. It was some of the finest playing that Rally Hall had ever seen, and when the game was ended, he was greeted with a tempest of cheers. He had “made good” beyond a doubt.
“Fred, you played like a wild man!” said Melvin, as they were walking back to the Hall after the game. “You’re all to the mustard. Keep it up and we’ll lick Lake Forest out of their boots!”
CHAPTER XIX
THE MAN WITH THE SCAR
A few days later Teddy came rushing up to Fred on the campus, his face aglow with excitement.
“Say, Fred,” he gasped, “I saw one of them to-day!”
“One of whom?” asked Fred.
“The tramps that looted Cy Brigg’s store,” responded Teddy.
“You don’t mean it!” exclaimed Fred, catching his brother’s excitement. “Are you sure? Where did you see him? How do you know he was one of them?”
“By the scar on his face,” answered Teddy. “You remember the tall one who looked as if some one had stabbed him up near the temple? I’m sure he’s the same one we saw in Sam Perkins’ barn.”