“Quite as impressive to me as this demonstration was the death-like silence which settled over that tremendous throng when the teams scattered out in readiness.  The other side kicked off, and the ball sailed high and far.  As it settled in its downward flight, I saw a lithe, tall shadow of a man racing toward it, and I recognized my boy.  I’d lost his position for the moment, but I knew that hungry, predatory stride which devoured the yards as if he were a thing of the wind.  He was off with the ball in the hollow of his arm, right back into the heart of his enemies, dodging, darting, leaping, twisting, always advancing.  They tore his interference away from him, but, nevertheless, he penetrated their ranks and none of them could lay hands upon him.  He was running free when tackled; his assailant launched himself with such savage violence that the sound of their impact came to us distinctly.  As he fell I heard Alicia Harman gasp.  Then the crowd gave tongue.

“From that time on to the finish of the game my eyes seldom left Running Elk, and then only long enough to shoot covert glances at my companions.

“Although the skill of my young Sioux overtopped that of all the other contestants, the opposing team played as one man; they were like a wonderful, well-oiled piece of machinery, and—­they scored.  All through the first half our side struggled to retaliate, but at the intermission they had not succeeded.

“So far Running Elk hadn’t noticed our presence, but when the teams returned for the second half he saw us.  He didn’t even know that I was in the East; in fact, he hadn’t laid eyes on me for more than three years.  The sight of me there in the box with Alicia and her father must have been an unpleasant shock to him; my face must have seemed an evil omen; nevertheless, he waved his hand at me and smiled—­one of his rare, reserved smiles.  I couldn’t help marveling at the fellow’s physical beauty.

“I had been secretly hoping that his side would be defeated, so that Miss Harman might see him for once as a loser; but the knowledge of our presence seemed to electrify him, and by the spark of his own magnetism he fired his fellows until they commenced to play like madmen; I have no doubt they were precisely that.  His spirit was like some galvanic current, and he directed them with a master mind.  He was a natural-born strategist, of course, for through him ran the blood of the craftiest race of all the earth, the blood of a people who have always fought against odds, to whom a forlorn hope is an assurance of victory.  On this day the son of a Sioux chief led the men of that great university with the same skill that Hannibal led his Carthaginian cohorts up to the gates of Rome.  He led them with the cunning of Chief Joseph, the greatest warrior of his people.  He was indefatigable, irresistible, magnificent—­and he himself tied the score.