Colby dragged Dick to a place of safety. In the meantime some of
the other cadets who were used to managing horseflesh took care of
the team and led them away and tied them fast to a tree.

"Dick, Dick! are you badly hurt?" The question came from Tom, as he
gazed anxiously into his brother's face. There was a nasty cut on
the left check from which the blood was flowing.

Dick did not answer, and Tom asked somebody to run down to the
stream for some water. When this was brought he and Sam bathed
Dick's face, and presently the latter opened his eyes and stared
around him in bewilderment.

"A touchdown -- I claim --" he began, and then stopped. "Wha - what
has happened?" he stammered. "Oh, I remember now!" And he feel back
again.

"He thinks he's still in the football game," whispered Harry
Blossom. "Oh, but he's a plucky one."

All of the other lads had been severely shaken up, but nobody had
been hurt excepting Frank, as before mentioned. Soon he came
limping up, followed by Peleg Snuggers.

"I missed it by jumping," he observed ruefully. "Hullo, is Dick
knocked out?"

"So ye stopped 'em, eh?" cried the general utility man. "It was
prime plucky to do it, so it was! Poor Dick, hope he ain't bad."