So that's all I've got to say, for I'm not out there on the gridiron, and I can't see things from the side line the same as you can on the ten-yard line.

Perhaps Mr.Morton may have something to offer." But the coach hadn't.
"You're doing as well as any man of Gridley could do, Darrin," the submaster assured the young second captain.

"Of course, with Prescott at center, and yourself jumping around as quarter-back the team would be stronger.

But in Prescott's enforced absence, I don't see how you can play any point of the line more forcefully than you've been doing." But Dave, instead of looking puffed up, replied half dejectedly: "I was in hopes you could both show me where I'm weak." "You're not weak," insisted Coach Morton.
"That throws me back on thinking hard for myself," muttered Darrin.
Where a weaker man would have been pleased with such direct praise Dave felt that he was not doing his duty because he had not been able to lead as brilliantly as Dick had done in earlier games.
"Brute strength isn't any good against these Hallam fellows," Darrin told himself, as he returned to the field.

"They're all A-1 athletes.