"Use Young and Fletcher for runs; try them outside of tackle, especially on the right.
Give Gale a chance to hit the line now and then and diversify your plays well.

And, my boy, if you get that ball again, and of course you will, _don't let it go_! Give up your twenty yards if necessary, only hang on to the leather!" Then he thumped him encouragingly on the back and sped him forward.
Crozier, the deposed quarter-back, was being led off by Professor Beck.
The boy was pale of face and trembling with weariness, and one foot dragged itself after the other limply.

But he was protesting with tears in his eyes against being laid off, and even the hearty cheers for him that thundered from the stand did not comfort him.

Then the game went on, the tide of battle flowing slowly, steadily, toward the Crimson's goal.
"If only they don't score again!" said Gardiner.
"That's the best we can hope for," said Professor Beck.
"Yes; it's turned out worse than I expected." "Well, you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that they've played as plucky a game against odds as I ever expect to see," answered the other.

"And we won't say die yet; there's still"-- he looked at his watch--there's still eight minutes." "That's good; I hope Decker will remember what I told him about runs outside right tackle," muttered Gardiner anxiously.