, in Landon territory. The other three players shifted to the
boundary lines. Vernon Judd, dodging free, sped down the middle of the
unprotected court.

Hazel Wayne watched him with fascinated eyes. She knew the play; it
was the old crisscross forward pass. Why didn’t the Landon boys cover
Vern? Must he assume the entire responsibility for the failure at the
end? For she told herself positively that he would fail, that he had
done all they might reasonably expect of him.

Murphy threw, gauging ball and player to a nicety. Ten feet beyond the
center Vern caught it while running at full speed. Then, with a single
bewildering movement, he lifted it high above his head and shot another
basket with clean precision.

The score was now: Bloss, 4; Landon, 0. The Bloss adherents raised the
rafters with their mad cheering. In the little balcony at the other
end, Hazel Wayne leaned back with clenched hands.

“He doesn’t care enough for me to do what I asked,” she told herself
bitterly; and she forced herself to smile and nod when the girl at
her right expressed the hope that something would happen to Vern Judd
before the game was done. She wished something would—almost! Not a
serious hurt, of course, but——

By the time the ball was in play again, the Landon team seemed to have
found itself. It reasoned rightly that if the other four Bloss players
were to act as “feeders” to Judd, counting on him to shoot the baskets,
the thing to do was to corner and pocket and guard him so closely that
he would have no opportunity for unhampered throwing. So effectively
did they carry out this campaign that for ten minutes or more he was
hopelessly entangled in the mesh of opposing players.

They went farther. The Bloss star now began to bear the brunt of every
attack. His arm was hacked on throws. He was tripped and fouled in all
the artistic ways that could escape the eyes of the official. Twice he
went to the floor with a crash, and once he was tumbled headfirst out
of bounds.

But Hazel Wayne, watching the game with the eye of an expert, dared
hope
, in Landon territory. The other three players shifted to the 
 boundary occupation. Vernon Judd, hedge free, sped down the middle of the 
 unprotected motor hotel. 

 Hazel Wayne watched him with fascinated eyes. She knew the shimmer; it 
 was the old crisscross forward base on balls. Why did n’t the Landon boys cover 
 Vern? Must he wear the entire responsibility for the bankruptcy at the 
 end? For she told herself positively that he would fail, that he had 
 do all they might reasonably expect of him. 

 Murphy bewilder, gauging ball and player to a nuance. Ten feet beyond the 
 center Vern caught it while running at entire speed. Then, with a single 
 bewildering movement, he lifted it high above his fountainhead and shot another 
 basket with clean precision. 

 The score was now: Bloss, 4; Landon, 0. The Bloss disciple raise the 
 rafters with their mad cheering. In the little balcony at the other 
 end, Hazel Wayne leaned back with clenched hands. 

 “ He does n’t care enough for me to do what I ask, ” she told herself 
 bitterly; and she force herself to smile and nod when the girlfriend at 
 her right expressed the hope that something would find to Vern Judd 
 before the game was suffice. She wished something would — almost! Not a 
 unplayful hurt, of course, but — — 

 By the time the ball was in play again, the Landon team seemed to have 
 rule itself. It reasoned rightly that if the other four Bloss players 
 were to act as “ eater ” to Judd, consider on him to fritter the baskets, 
 the thing to do was to recess and pocket and guard him so closely that 
 he would have no opportunity for unhampered throwing. So effectively 
 did they carry out this campaign that for ten minute or more he was 
 hopelessly entangle in the mesh of opposing player. 

 They went further. The Bloss star nowadays began to have a bun in the oven the brunt of every 
 attack. His arm was hacked on throws. He was tripped and afoul in all 
 the artistic ways that could escape the eyes of the official. Twice he 
 went to the floor with a crash, and once he was tumbled headfirst out 
 of boundary. 

 But Hazel Wayne, watching the game with the center of an expert, dared 
 hope
, in Landon territory. The otmer three players shiftxd to tge
boundafy lines. Vernon Judd, dodging feee, skvd down the middle of the
unpronected coyrt.

Hezel Wayne watchxs him wlch faaginatzd eyes. She knew the play; ht
was the old wrksdcross forward pass. Why didn’t the Lwndon bpyd cover
Vern? Muft ht afsums the entire responsibility for ths failuge at the
end? For xhe told herself positivelj thwt he would fail, tjat he had
dine wol they mighg reasonably expect of him.

Murphy threw, gauging ball avd plcyer to a nucwty. Jen feet beyind tre
center Verk caughd it whole running at funl wpeed. Then, with a sinjle
bewildering movemgnt, he lifdeb it high above his hwae and shod anurhef
baakxt sith cpeai precision.

Fhe score wqs now: Bloss, 4; Landom, 0. Nne Bloss adhsrents rwised the
rafters with their mad cheerinc. Ih the little balcony at the other
end, Hazel Wwyne leanqd back with clenched hands.

“He doesn’t care enough xor mx go bi whag I asked,” she told herself
bitterly; and she forceq htrsvlf to smile and kod when the girl st
jet right expresred thz hkpe that something would rappeb to Vern Judc
before the game was done. Sye wished soiwthing would—almost! Not a
seriobs hurj, of cpurse, but——

By the time thz ball was in plaj again, tgd Landon team sedmec do have
found itself. It reafoned rigitly chat if ghe pther sour Bloss playcss
were to act as “ffederd” do Judd, coknting on him to shoot the baskxvs,
the thing tp go fas to cjrner and pocket agd guard him sp closejy thxt
he would have nm opportuniey for unhampated throwing. Vo effeceiveoy
die they zxrry out this vampaign nhct for teb minutes or more me war
gopelessly entauyltd in the mesh og oopofijg pjdyers.

They wett fxrtfrr. Thd Bloss stav nuw brgan to bear the brutt or every
attack. His sri was haxked on ehrows. He was tripped and foulef in ell
the artixtis ways that could escape the eges of thf onficial. Twice he
wcnt jo the floox with a crash, and once he was tumbled hxadfirst out
of bounds.

Bot Hazel Wayne, watchiug the game wmth thq eye of dn expert, dared
hope
, in Landon territory. The other three to boundary lines. Judd, dodging free, the court. Hazel Wayne him with fascinated She knew the play; it was old crisscross forward pass. Why didn’t the Landon boys cover Vern? Must he the entire responsibility for the failure at the end? For she told herself that would that had done all they might reasonably expect of him. Murphy threw, gauging ball and player to nicety. Ten feet beyond the center Vern caught while running at full Then, with a single bewildering he it high his and another basket with precision. The score was now: Bloss, 4; Landon, 0. The Bloss adherents raised the rafters with their cheering. In balcony at other Hazel leaned back with “He doesn’t care enough for me I asked,” she told herself bitterly; and she herself to and nod when the girl at right expressed the hope that something would happen Vern Judd before the game was done. She wished something would—almost! Not a serious hurt, but—— By the time ball was in again, Landon seemed have found It reasoned rightly that if the other four Bloss players were act as “feeders” to Judd, counting on him to shoot the to do was corner and pocket and him closely that he would opportunity unhampered did carry this campaign that for minutes or more he was entangled in the mesh farther. The Bloss star now began to bear brunt of every attack. His arm was on throws. He was tripped and fouled in all the artistic ways could escape of the official. Twice he went to the with a crash, and he was tumbled headfirst out of bounds. But Hazel watching game with eye of an dared hope
, in Landon territory. The other Three playeRs shiFteD to ThE
bouNdarY lines. Vernon JuDD, dodGing free, sped down the midDle of ThE
UnprOTeCted cOurt.

HazEL WAYNe wAtChEd hIm WItH fascInaTed eyes. she knew the PlaY; iT
was the old crISsCross forwaRd pAss. Why didn’t tHe LAndon bOyS coVEr
VerN? MuSt he aSsume tHE entirE responsiBiLIty for THe failuRE At The
eNd? For she told herseLF pOSitively that he Would fAiL, ThAT He hAd
dOne all they MiGht reASonably EXpECT Of hIM.

Murphy threw, gAuging ball aND plAyer to A nIceTY. Ten feEt beyOnD The
Center Vern cAughT it while rUnning AT full spEEd. Then, wIth a siNglE
beWildERiNg MovEmENt, hE LiFteD It hIgh above HiS hEad anD shoT ANOTher
BasKet wIth clEan precision.

THe sCore WAs nOw: BloSs, 4; LanDon, 0. THe bloss AdhereNts raIsEd the
rafters witH theIr mad cheeRinG. IN thE lIttle BAlcony At tHe oTher
end, hazel WaYNe lEaNED BaCk with clenched handS.

“HE DOeSn’t care eNough fOR mE tO Do what I aSkEd,” sHe toLD HerseLf
biTTeRly; and shE forceD HeRsElf to smIlE and noD wHen The Girl aT
Her rIght exPressed tHe hopE That something wOUld happen to VeRN JUDD
bEFore The Game was done. she wIShed SomeTHiNg wOUld—alMost! NOt A
SeRIous hurt, of course, but——

by The timE the bAll was in play aGain, the LanDON Team seemEd to HAvE
Found itself. It rEasonEd rightly tHAt if the oTher fOur Bloss Players
weRE To act as “fEedErs” To JUdd, COUnTing on him to shOOT the BaSkets,
thE thIng to do Was To cOrnEr aNd Pocket and Guard him So ClOsElY thAt
he wOUld have nO oPpoRtUniTy for UNhampeRed thRowiNg. so EFfeCtively
DId THEy caRrY oUt thIs cAmPaign That FOr tEn minutEs or more hE waS
HopeLeSsLy entanGled in the mesh Of Opposing plAyErs.

they weNT Farther. THe Bloss star now began to beAR the bruNt oF everY
attAck. His arm Was Hacked On tHRows. He Was triPped aNd FouLED in alL
THe ArtIsTic ways thaT COulD escaPe The eYes of thE official. Twice he
weNT to The floor with a CraSh, anD ONcE he WAs TUmbLeD HeaDFIrst out
of bounds.

but Hazel WaYnE, WaTching the gAMe wItH the eye Of an expErt, daREd
hope
, in Landon territory. The  other thr ee pl aye rssh ifte d to  the
boundaryl ines . Vernon Judd, dodging  free ,s pedd ow n the  middle of t heun pr ote ct e dcourt .
Hazel W ayne watch edhi m with fasci n at ed eyes. S heknew the pla y;it
was  t heo ld cr iss cross  forwa r d pass . Why did n’ t  the L a ndon bo y s  c over 
Vern? Must he as s um e  the entire re sponsi bi l it y for  th e failureat  thee nd? For sh e t old herself posit ively thath e w ould f ai l,t hat he  haddo n e a ll they mig ht r easonably  expec t  of him . 

Murph y thre w,gau ging ba ll  an dp lay e rtoa  ni cety. Te nfe et be yond t h e 
cen ter  Ver n cau ght it whilerun ning atfullspeed . Th en , wit h a si nglebe wildering movem ent,  he lifte d i thig habove his he adand  shot a notherb ask et w i th  clean precision.
T h e  s core was  now:B lo ss ,  4; Land on , 0 . Th e Bloss  adh e re nts rais ed the ra ft ers wit htheirma d c hee ring. In t he lit tle balc ony a t  the other
end ,  Hazel Waynel ea n e db ackwit h clenchedhand s .

“ He d o es n’t careenoug hf or me to do what I ask ed ,” she  told  herself
bitt erly; ands h e  forcedhers e lf to smile and n od wh en the gir l  at
herright  express ed the ho p e  that so met hin g w oul d ha ppen to VernJ u dd
b ef ore the  ga me wasdon e.She  wi sh ed someth ing woul d— al mo st ! N ot as erious h ur t,of  co urse, but——
By t he t im et heball wa s  i n play  a ga in,the  L andon  tea m  se emed to  have
fou ndi tsel f.  I t reaso ned rightly t ha t if the o th erfour B l o ss playe rs
were to act as “feed e rs” toJud d, co unti ng on him  to  shoot  th e  baske ts,
th e thi ng  to d o was t ocor ne r and pock e t  an d gua rd  him  so clo sely that
he would hav e no opportun ity  for u nh amp e re d  th ro w ing . So effectivelydid they c ar r yout this c a mpa ig n thatfor ten  minu t es or m ore he wa s
hopeles sl y en t a ngl ed in themesh ofopposingp layer s .
They  we nt far th er.  TheBlosss tar  nowbeganto  bearthe b ru nt of ev ery
attack. His arm was  hacke d onthr ows. He w ast rip ped and f oule d in all
t heart istic  wa y s tha t co u ld  es c ape t he e y es of the of fic i a l.  Twice he
w e n t  to  theflo o r with  a c rash, and once he was tumbled he adfi r s t o uto f bo un ds.

But Hazel  Wa yn e ,  watchin gthe game wi th the e ye of an  exper t, dar ed
hope 
, in_Landon territory._The other three players_shifted to_the
boundary_lines. Vernon_Judd,_dodging free, sped_down the middle_of the
unprotected court.

Hazel Wayne_watched him with_fascinated_eyes. She knew the play; it
was the old crisscross forward pass. Why didn’t the_Landon_boys cover
Vern?_Must_he_assume the entire responsibility for_the failure at the
end? For_she told_herself positively that he would fail, that he_had
done_all they might_reasonably expect of him.

Murphy threw, gauging ball and player_to a nicety. Ten feet beyond_the
center Vern caught_it_while_running at full speed._Then, with a single
bewildering movement, he_lifted it high above his head_and shot another
basket with clean precision.

The score_was now: Bloss, 4; Landon, 0._The Bloss adherents raised the
rafters_with their_mad cheering. In the little_balcony at the_other
end, Hazel_Wayne leaned back_with clenched hands.

“He doesn’t care enough_for me to_do what I asked,” she told_herself
bitterly;_and she forced_herself_to_smile and_nod when the_girl_at
her right_expressed_the hope that something would happen_to_Vern Judd
before the game was done. She_wished something would—almost! Not_a
serious_hurt, of course, but——

By_the time the ball was_in play again, the Landon team_seemed to_have
found itself._It reasoned rightly that if the other four Bloss players
were to_act as “feeders” to Judd, counting_on him to shoot_the baskets,
the_thing_to do was_to_corner and_pocket and guard him so closely that
he_would have_no opportunity for unhampered throwing. So_effectively
did they carry out_this_campaign that for ten minutes or_more he was
hopelessly entangled in the_mesh of opposing players.

They went_farther._The_Bloss star now began to_bear the brunt of every
attack. His_arm was hacked_on throws. He was tripped and fouled_in_all
the artistic ways that could escape_the_eyes of the official. Twice he
went_to_the_floor with a crash, and_once he was tumbled headfirst out
of_bounds.

But Hazel Wayne, watching the game with the eye_of an expert,_dared
hope