the call came through. The game had been won on a long touchdown in the closing minutes by Ronnie Blevin. It had been a close 18-13 conference triumph.

The school was given late permission for a torchlight rally to welcome the team home. New boys were recruited for various last minute tasks, and the kid found himself wiring scraps of burlap to sticks to be dipped in kerosene and used as torches.

The team finally arrived, and the student body cheered the team collectively and each man individually-the longest and loudest cheer, of course, going to Ronnie Blevin, once more the hero of the day. Finally the light from the last torch smoldered and died, and weary students filed off to their dorm rooms and bed.

As the kid switched off his light and crawled under the covers, his door opened and a head stuck in through the opening.

"I made that touchdown I promised you, Kid. Just wanted to tell you before you went to sleep. Good night. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Ron, and-thanks a lot."

"Aw, forget it, Kid."

The kid fell asleep with a smile of happiness on his face and a warm glow of well-being inside him. For him life held nothing but joy this night.

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HE following Saturday's game was a breather even though it was away from home. Still the kid sweated it out until the call came through reporting a 32-0 win for the team with Ronnie Blevin making three of the touchdowns. After the traditional torchlight welcome for the returning victors, Ronnie again stopped by the kid's room.

"All three of my T.D.'s were for you, Kid. Hell, you bring me luck," Ronnie said.

The kid wriggled happily. "Say-Ron-Gee! that's swell of you to say that. Sit down and tell me all about it, huh?" He sat up in the bed, excited.

"There's not much to tell," Ronnie said, sitting down. "They didn't have very much. First time we got the ball, we ran that off-tackle slant from our own thirty-eight yard line. The boys knocked them over like tenpins. Zipnothing to it-62 yards for the touchdown. The rest was just as simple. I was lucky enough to make two more: one from 24 yards out, one from 7. Didn't play but about half the game."

"Aw, Ron, you're too modest. You make it sound too easy."

"It was easy today, but from here on out, it's going to be pretty tough." "You'll make it look easy, Ron," the kid said softly.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Ron said, looking at the slight figure on the bed. Then, abruptly he stood up and walked to the door, disturbed. "Good night, Kid," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Good night, Ron," was the soft reply. "Come back, please."

Thursday night Ronnie came back by the kid's room just after lights out and walked in without knocking. "Hi, Kid," he said.

"Hello, Ron. I've missed you." The kid sat up in the bed and said, "Have a seat."

"I've been kind of busy, and-well, maybe I've been coming up here to see you too much."

"I don't get what you're driving at."