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The teams quickly lined up and the Hilton quarter gave the signal “6-8-7G.” The play came between guard and tackle, but before the full-back could get started a lithe form shot out from the Warrentown line and brought him heavily to the ground.

“Good work, Reade,” said Berl, as Reade trotted back into his place, and blushing at the compliment he crouched low in the line and waited for the play. The center snapped the ball to quarter, who, turning, was about to give it to the half. The ball slipped from his grasp and he reached for it, but too late. Reade had slipped in between the end and tackle and dropped on the ball.

“Good one, Reade,” shouted Mirdle, the Warrentown quarter, as he came racing up, crying signals as he ran. Signal “48-10G-37.”

It was Reade around left end, but the pass was bad and the quarter dropped the ball. Reade scooped it up on a run and raced around left end. In the delay which had been caused by the fumble Reade’s interference had been broken up and he must shift for himself. Even as he rounded the end he was thrown with a thud by the Blues’ full-back. He had gained but a yard. “Never mind, Reade,” said the quarter. “My fault.” The ball was snapped, but again the pass was bad and a Hilton lineman fell on the ball.