Part 15 (1/2)

Marvin's a good man and he knows football. Now, if you expect to play end you ought to know how to tackle, Edwards. What's the good of getting down the field, no matter how fast you may be, if you can't stop the man with the ball when you get there?”

”I can stop him! I've played for two years and----”

”What you've done before, Edwards, isn't any criterion with us. You may have been a regular wonder in--what's the place? Tannerstown----”

”Tannersville. I don't say I was a wonder, but----”

”Just a minute! You may have been a star on your high school team and yet not worth a copper cent to us, Edwards. I never saw your team play, but it's pretty likely that their brand of football and ours are different.”

”I think we play as good football as you fellows played to-day,” said Steve.

”Maybe. I'm not especially proud of the game we put up this afternoon.

But that isn't the sort of football we play in mid-season, my friend.

I'm sorry you think you aren't getting a fair deal, Edwards, but you mustn't expect me to interfere with Marvin. I couldn't do it. The most I can do is give you a little piece of advice which you won't care for probably. It's this: Do as you're told to do, Edwards, and do it as hard as you know how! Just as soon as you show Marvin that you are ready to go into the second squad, you'll get there. And don't get it into your head that Marvin has it in for you or doesn't know what he is doing.

Marvin's a particularly bright young man. If he wasn't he wouldn't have the third squad to weed out, for that's a job that requires a whole lot more patience and brains than any other job I know of on a football field.”

Andy paused, and Steve, who was gloomily regarding a scarred knuckle, made no reply.

”Use your head, man,” continued the captain in a lighter tone. ”You don't suppose, do you, that we are letting anything good get by us as long as we've got eyes to see with? Not much! You probably have an idea that Marvin is keeping you off the second. He isn't. You're keeping yourself off. Mull that over, Edwards. And don't--don't do this again.”

Steve looked a question.

”I mean don't come to me or to Mr. Robey with any hard-luck stories. It isn't done. If I didn't know you a little, Edwards, I'd think you were pretty poor stuff. But I guess you didn't stop to consider how it would look. As you have done it, I'm glad you came to me instead of Mr. Robey.

He wouldn't have liked it a bit.” After a pause: ”How's Hall getting on?”

”Pretty well, I guess,” replied Steve. He stood up and frowned at the green globe of the reading lamp for a moment. Then, ”I'm sorry I said anything, Miller,” he remarked. ”I guess it wasn't quite a fair thing to do. Only I thought--maybe----”

”You thought,” said Andy cheerfully, ”that perhaps I'd give you a lift.

Didn't you, Edwards?”

”I suppose so.”

”In other words, you wanted me to advance you over the next man on the strength of our acquaintance. Sounds as though you had rather a punk impression of me, Edwards.”

”I haven't! I--I suppose, though, I didn't stop to figure it out much.

It seemed to me that Marvin wasn't giving me a fair show, and here it is the last of September already, and I'm just where I started----”

”That's your fault, not Marvin's,” responded Andy with a smile. He walked over and laid a hand on the younger boy's shoulder. ”Brace up, Edwards,” he said kindly. ”Don't waste your time looking for favours.

Don't want them. Buckle down and grit your teeth and just show Marvin and the rest of us that you're so good he can't keep you on the third!

That's your line, old man. And now, just as a bit of encouragement, I'll tell you that Robey and I have noticed your work in the field and we've liked it. You carry yourself like a veteran and you follow the ball well, and we both expect big things from you some day. Perhaps you won't make good this year, but there's next year and the year after. Put your nose back on the grindstone, Edwards, grin hard and tell Marvin to turn faster!”

”All right,” laughed Steve. ”Thanks. I guess you're right. And--and I'm not sorry now I came.”

”Good! Now sit down again and let's have a chin. How do you like the school? Have you met many of the fellows yet?”

”You're making the same mistake, Edwards,” said Marvin the next Monday afternoon. He spoke a trifle wearily. ”Get your body in _front_ of the runner and not at one side. Bind his legs together with your arms, then block him with your body and lift him back. If you do that he's _got_ to stop, and when he falls he will fall towards his own goal and not yours. Try it over now.”

And when Steve had tried it over, Marvin glanced at him sharply. It seemed to him that for almost the first time the candidate had really tried! He hadn't made a clean tackle, but he had profited by the instruction that had been heaped upon him for two weeks, and little Marvin mentally patted himself on the back and was very pleased with himself, for Marvin, although he would probably never play through a big game, and knew it, was as unselfishly devoted to the interests of the team as any fellow there.