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OF PETE ||

By BURTON BENJAMIN

THE STORY: Pursued by film sfar Stephanie Stevens, who actually has attached herself to him only for his publicity value, star footballer Pete

State ‘University teammates and classmates knew to a cocky egotist wish a ¢hip on his shoulders. . Estranged, now, are his best friend and captain, George Landers; coach Dinty Dugan; college sweetheart Anne Humphreys. “You're my girl, nov,” George tells Anne, confessing the love he kept silent until Pete changed. Pete’s playing is as brilliant in the game with Northwestern as it was in the season’s opener with California. ‘You were colossal,” wires Stephanie. = After the game he finds a note: asking George, with whom he lives, to call Anne. Thinking there is some mistake and the call was meant for hins, Pete goes to Anne’s sorority house; is ‘told by Anne that he isn’t fit to clean George Lander's boots. Furious, Pete returns to the Apartment and | picks: a fight with Lander’s ‘who is inJured in the fracas. . |’ : Woe CHAPTER NINE FROWNING, the doctor examined Landers’ shoulder. “He’ll have to go to the hospital,” he said to Laird. “Can’t tell whether there's a break until we X-ray. Whatever it is, he won't play football for awhile.”

“How long, doc?” Pete bit his lip nervously.

“Hard to say. Have to see the Xrays first.” “George,” Pete bent over the bed. “George—I'm sorry. Didn't mean to

“Shut “up,” said Landers. “Can the sob stuff. Tell the guys TI slipped ~tell them something. They're liable to string you up if they find out what happened.” ” “Fat chance.” Laird rubbed his eye. It was already blue. “This shiner’s a beaut.” “You've ‘got to make up an alibi,” Landers pleaded. “Team’s all split up now.” ! “0. K.,” Laird reassured, “I'll take

now. Saturday’s a big day.” “Don’t kid yourself,” Landers said (through clenched teeth. “If this thing’s as bad as it feels, I'll be out ‘Saturday and maybe longer.” Fortutately, the X-rays showed no break.’ But there was a bad strain. “It’s one of those injuries that may take a long time to heal,” announced the doctor. “A fellow who uses his shoulders as much as Landers couldn’t possibly play any football until it’s completely healed.” Dinty Dugan stormed into his office that morning and found Pat Lester leaning back in a chair whittling a pencil with his knife. “Somebody’s hexing us,” moaned Dugan. “I suppose you heard about Landers.” : “Yep,” Lester snapped the knife closed. “Slipped - against a wall.”

“I can’t figure it out,” Dugani{go

said. “How can a guy like that slip . ..?” “Seen Laird today?” Lester cut in. - “Don’t tell me he’s on the loose again” ~ : “Nope,” Lester said drily. “But wha? a mouse .he’s got under his eyet”. : ~ “Well, what’s so strange , , . .” Dugan stood up. “What's that 2» Car i “I said he’s got a shiner.” : “Uh-huh,” Dugan plopped limply back in .the chair. “Now I against a wall, eh? Yeah— after Laird socked him he did. Tl bet a couple of women had something to do with it.”

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Conn did against Joe Louis. I'd like lo take a shot at Laird myself.” Squad members grunted assent. “We can get along without that guy,” continued = Wonsocki, “Bill over there—"” he pointed to Sheridan, Laird’s understudy, “can do just as well. Let's go down and 11! Dugan. Either Laird or us. What say » ) Players pounded the table in approval. “Opposed?” asked Wonsocki. No one spoke. “Allgright,” he concluded, “the seniors on the squad will see Dugan today.”

THEY called that afternoon but Dugan was out. He and Lester were visiting Landers at the hospital. ‘They found him sitting up in bed, his shoulder swathed in tape and bandages. Anne was by his side. “Hello, coach,” greeted Landers as Dugan entered. “Hello, George,” said Dugan. “Hello, Anne. How’s the shoulder, kid?” He walked over to the bed. “Peels better since they strapped it,” said Landers. “Sure picked a swell time to get clumsy, didn’t 1?” “Forget it, George,” Dugan muttered, looking -at Lester, then at

Anne. “Say—uh—have you seen Pete today?” ‘ “Nope,” Landers flushed. “He

hasn't been around.” “Wonder where he picked up that shiner,” said Dugan quietly. “We haven't done any contact work this week, His knuckles are all scraped

Landers looked away and didn’t answer; “Why not come clean, George?” said Dugan. Landers shot a glance at Anne. “Better tell him, George.” She gripped his hand. “It’s all over

campus. “All right.” Landers turned to Dugan and told him the story. “I didn’t want it to get out, coach,” he said. “Team’s all busted up now.” “This may be only the beginning,”

Dugan. : ’ “I wanted to talk to you about that,” said Landers earnestly.

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“You guys are jumping at a lot of conclusions before you hear my side of the story, aren’t you?” “We've heard enough,” grunted Wonsocki. , “Have you?” Landers stared at them. “Well, supposing I told you that Laird was right, and I was

in the wrong. We were arguing, I stepped offside and he smacked me. I deserved it, didn’t I, Anne?”

“Y-yes,” Anne Humphreys forced} {herself. to say it.

“That's right, fellows. Pete was here this morning, and George apologized.” “Well . . .” Socko groped for words. “Well, if that’s the way ...” “That’s the way,” Landers cut in. “1 think you guys are barking up the wrong tree. This is a football team, not a debating society. You know what you've got to do—win six more games. Maybe I'll be back for some of them. Maybe not. But that’s neither here nor there—your job is to win them. Any objections?” They shook their heads. “Good.” Landers grinned. They filed toward the door. “Thanks for dropping in,” called Landers as they left. “George.” Anne was standing beside him. “George—that took courage.” She leaned over, put her hand on his cheek and kissed him tenderly,

(To Be Continued)

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