Bert Wilson on the Gridiron

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Duffield J. W.. Bert Wilson on the Gridiron

CHAPTER I. Never Say Die

CHAPTER II. Raked, Fore and Aft

CHAPTER III. A Thrilling Exploit

CHAPTER IV. Breaking the Rules

CHAPTER V. Tackling the Army

CHAPTER VI. Reddy's Recollections

CHAPTER VII. The Lion's Escape

CHAPTER VIII. On the Toboggan

CHAPTER IX. Hammered into Shape

CHAPTER X. In the Enemy's Country

CHAPTER XI. A Desperate Fight

CHAPTER XII. The Coach Robbery

CHAPTER XIII. An Unexpected Meeting

CHAPTER XIV. A Plot that Failed

CHAPTER XV. The Dash for the Goal

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IN the training quarters, "Bull" Hendricks paced to and fro, his forehead creased by deep lines as he wrestled with the problems that beset him.

Six feet two inches in height and built in proportion, he was a fine figure of a man. Despite his weight and bulk, there was nothing ungainly or awkward about him. If he had not the grace of an Apollo, he had what was better – the mighty thews and sinews of a twentieth century Hercules. His massive chest and broad shoulders were capped by a leonine head, from which looked the imperious eyes of a born leader of men. Few men cared to encounter those eyes when their owner was angered. He was a good man to have as an ally, but a bad one to have as an antagonist.

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"How he ran! He had lost some time in the dodging and twisting, and now the whole Blue eleven were thundering at his heels. He could hear their panting as they sought to close in on him. The nearest one was not more than five feet away. He let out a link and fairly flew. The white lines of the field fell away behind him. One more tremendous effort by pursuer and pursued, and just as eager hands reached out to grasp him, he flashed over the goal line for a touchdown. Suddenly, brilliantly, inconceivably, the 'Greys' had won the game.

"Were we sore? We felt like draping the college buildings with crepe. To have had victory right within our reach and then to have had it snatched away in that fashion! Poor old Peters was fairly sick over it. I suppose to this day he has never forgiven himself for that sportsmanlike instinct.

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