The field was closed to spectators that day and it was hard hammer-and-tongs football all the way.

"Boots" drove the second with whip and spurs and the second responded nobly.

But the best it could do was to drop a field-goal over the bar in the third period of the scrimmage, after having been held a half-dozen times by a desperate adversary.

Steve played about as well that afternoon as he had ever played in his life.

For once he had no worries on his mind.