From there, without a long pause, kick and see how straight you can drive for the point you have named." "All right, sir," nodded Dick.

Tucking the pigskin under his arm, he jogged back to the twenty-five-yard line.
"Right over there!" called Dick, pointing.

"I'll try to drop the ball in the front row of seats, second section past the entrance." "Very good, Prescott!" No one was sitting in the section named by Prescott, but a few onlookers who had been squatting in a section near by hastily moved.
"The duffers! They needn't think I am going to hit them with the ball," muttered Dick.

Then he started on a hard run.
Just at center he stopped abruptly, swung back his right foot and dropped the ball.
It was a hard, fast drive.

The ball arched upward, somewhat, though it did not travel high.
But to Dick, standing still to watch the effect of his kick there came a sudden jolt.