Interference and Other Football Stories
Mack shook his head decisively.
"As far as my football in Pomeroy is concerned," he gave answer, "it's a closed book. I'm here at Grinnell just as though I'd come here at the start. Of course I can't forget, with the Pomeroy game coming up, that my brother's coach of the team and that I'm really opposing him..."
"How do you feel about that?" Frank asked.
Mack drew in a deep breath as team members looked at him with intent interest.
"All right, boys!" broke in Coach Edward, entering the locker room. "Snap out of it! We're going to have our last scrimmage of the year tonight. Going to try out those new plays I ran you through yesterday. Let's go!"
The players, springing to their feet, jostled each other through the doorway onto the field, Mack joining with them, secretly glad of the coach's interrupti