Five minutes later, Vic Burleigh walked across the gridiron with full
credentials for his place on the team.

The last man to enter the grounds was evidently a tramp,
whose slouched hat half-concealed a dark bearded face.

As Vic Burleigh, with Bug clinging to his finger, hurried by
the ticket window, the crippled student who sold tickets inside
the little roofed box called out:

"Come, stay with me, Bug, till I can go in, too, and I'll buy you peanuts."

Bug studied a moment. Then with a comfortable little "Umph-humph,"
puffing out his pudgy cheeks with tightly tucked-in lips, he let go
of Vic's finger and trotted over to the ticket box.

The boy let him inside and turned to the window to see the face
of the tramp close to it. The man paid for a ticket, then,
leaning forward, stared eagerly at the open money box.
At the same time, the cripple caught sight of a revolver handle
in a belt under the shabby coat. Trust a college boy for headwork.
Instantly he seized little Bug by the shoulders and set
him up on the shelf between the window and the money box.
Bug's hair was a mop of soft ringlets, and his brown eyes
and innocent baby face were appealing. The stranger stared
hard at the child, and with a sort of frightened expression,
shot through the gate and mingled with the crowd.