. St. Nicholas [serial]. ery one leaning overevery one else in their eagerness to see, and the rooters for the others shrieking frantically to their men, Holdthat line! At that moment the men untangled themselves fromthe last scrimmage (I dont see how they know whichleg belongs to which!), and there Jack lay, all white,and—apparently—ruined for life. You can imagine myfeelings! He never, on any similar occasion had lookedso frightfully long and limp, and I was petrified withfear. It seemed centuries before he stirred, sat up, washelped to his feet, where he stood, swaying dizzily,—looking read
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ery one leaning overevery one else in their eagerness to see, and the rooters for the others shrieking frantically to their men, Holdthat line! At that moment the men untangled themselves fromthe last scrimmage (I dont see how they know whichleg belongs to which!), and there Jack lay, all white,and—apparently—ruined for life. You can imagine myfeelings! He never, on any similar occasion had lookedso frightfully long and limp, and I was petrified withfear. It seemed centuries before he stirred, sat up, washelped to his feet, where he stood, swaying dizzily,—looking ready to collapse at the slightest touch. I knewthat he had been hurt badly, but he pulled himself to-gether, dashed into the game, caught a forward pass,streaked across the line, and fell, unconscious again,just as the referee called, Time! Of course the crowd went wild and he was the heroof the hour, though he was nt conscious much of thetime to appreciate it. And proud? I was perfectly insufferable!Yours ever, CAUGHT BY THE CAMERA. BY ELIZABETH D. LEVERS, AGE IS 762 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE
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