quarterback."

Morse looked at him. So did the coach, and the latter nodded at the
captain.

"Very well, Heller. Try it at quarter," assented Morse, "though I
can't promise to always play you there in matches. Now then line up.
Tom will take the ball for a try through the scrub. Be careful in
passing it, Heller."

There was rather a gasp of astonishment from the other players and some
of the spectators as the two enemies were thus brought into the
limelight. As for Tom, he felt a sinking at his heart, for he realized
that Sam had it in his power to make or mar his play by the manner in
which he passed the ball.

"But they shan't say it was my fault!" said Tom grimly to himself.
"I'll play a straight game, and if Heller wants to do any crooked
work--well, let him, that's all!"




CHAPTER VII

A CROSS-COUNTRY RUN

"Line up! Line up!"

It was the call of the coach and captain to the improvised regular