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time being Tom lost his head, greatly to the advantage of the rejoicing Bancrofters.
He knew it; no one on that field knew it better. And nothing could have served better to sober him and bring him to his senses than that wicked, timely line drive by Lisotte. He saw Ringling warming up and Hutchinson talking to Henry Cope, who plainly was not feeling right. Of course, the manager was asking permission—or demanding it—to remove him immediately from the game.
"I'm a fool!" thought Tom. "I have played right into that rascal's hand."
