DEACON'S ROAST PIG. THE ANCIENT MARINER ACTS IV-V CONTENTS MASTERPIECE: THE VICTORY AT TRENTON PENDENCE FOREVER" CLASSIFIED CONTENTS EIGHTH READER THE FOOTBALL GAME 1 SATURDAY came all too soon and with it the arrival of the stocky Andover eleven. Dink dressed and went slowly across the campus - every step seemed an effort. Everywhere was an air of seriousness and apprehension, strangely contrasted to the gay ferment that usually announced a big game. He felt a hundred eyes on him as he went and knew what was in every one's mind. What would happen when Ned Banks would have to retire and he, little Dink Stover, weighing one hundred and thirty-eight, would have to go forth to stand at the end of the line. And because Stover had learned the lesson of football, the sacrifice for an idea, he too felt not fear but a sort of despair that the hopes of the great school would have to rest upon him, little Dink Stover, who weighed only one hundred and thirtyeight pounds. He went quietly to the Upper, his eyes on the ground like a guilty man, picking his way through the crowds of Fifth Formers, who watched him pass with critical looks, and up the heavy stairs to Commer Cookroll's where the team sat quietly By his side Ned Banks was listening stolidly and Charlie De Soto, twisting a paper-weight in his nervous fingers, fidgeting on his chair with the longing for the fray. "That's all," said the low voice of Garry Cockrell. "You Go down to Charlie's room; I know what you have to do. want a few words with Stover." They went sternly and quickly, Mr. Ware with them. Dink was alone, standing stiff and straight, his heart thumping violently, waiting for his captain to speak. "How do you feel?" "I'm ready, sir." "I don't know when you'll get in the game- probably before the first half is over," said Cockrell slowly. "We're going to put up to you a pretty hard proposition, youngster." He came nearer, laying his hand on Stover's shoulder. "I'm not going to talk nerve to you, young bulldog, I don't need to. I've watched you and I know the stuff that's in you." "Thank you, sir." "Not but what you'll need it more than you've ever needed it before. You've no right in this game." "I know it, sir." "Tough McCarty won't be able to help you out much. He's got the toughest man in the line. Everything's coming at you, my boy, and you've got to stand it off, somehow. Now, listen |