centre for four more, sent a forward pass to Edwards and was back again on the twenty-yard line.  Phillips played heroically.  All her best defensive talent was back in line and she met every onslaught with courage and skill.  But Brimfield was not to be denied, it seemed.  Roberts was hurt and gave way to Holt at right end.  Saunders, who had been limping for some time, was taken out after a pile-up and Tyler took his place.  Freer was sent in for Wendell, although the latter was still going strong.  Freer brought instructions from Coach Robey, perhaps, for there was a lot of whispering when he reached the scene.

With the pigskin almost on Phillips’ fifteen yards and only a minute or two remaining it was up to Brimfield to pull off a score and do it quickly.  It was third down, with six to go, and Phillips was holding better every minute.  Rollins was sent back as if to drop-kick, but the ball went to Freer and Freer banged his way into the opposing line for a scant two yards.  Churchill was hurt in that play and Blaisdell went back again at left guard.  Again the ball was passed to Rollins, and, standing on the twenty-five yards and well to the left of the nearer post, he dropped it over for as pretty a field-goal as had ever been seen by the spectators.  In such manner did Brimfield wrest victory from defeat, and the maroon-and-grey banners waved exultantly.  But the victory had cost dearly, as was discovered when the casualties were counted.  Saunders was badly hurt, so badly that he was definitely out of the game for a fortnight at the least; Roberts had injured his knee and would be of no use for several days; and Churchill had sustained a pulled tendon in his ankle.  The two latter injuries were of minor importance, for Blaisdell could fill Churchill’s shoes for a week or so and Roberts would doubtless be all right again for the Southby contest.  But the damage to Saunders meant more.  Saunders was a good tackle—­Detweiler declared emphatically that he was the only good one in sight—­and it wasn’t easy to find a fellow for his position.  Tyler was the logical choice, and Tyler went in, but the remaining aspirant, Crewe, was scarcely ’varsity material, and in case of injury to Trow or Tyler the outlook would be bad.  Joe Detweiler pointed this fact out to Mr. Robey on the following Monday, after watching Crewe’s efforts.

“We can’t count on Saunders coming back before the Cherry Valley game, if he does then,” said Mr. Detweiler.  “Tyler’s only fair and Trow is not much better.  As for Crewe, he won’t make a good tackle before next year.  He doesn’t sense it at all.  We’ve got to find someone else, George.  What about the second?  Haven’t they got someone there we can grab and hammer into a tackle?  What about that fellow Thayer?  Isn’t that his name?”

“Thayer’s promising,” replied Mr. Robey.  “Then there’s Cupples.  Cupples has played longer.  Thayer’s new this Fall.  Look them over, Joe, and help yourself.  Only ‘Boots’ will probably scalp you!”