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Show 31, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] puff?" the coach laughed, but when they were timing the forties he conceded, "nice and light on his feet." That Indian boy with a peculiar dark and pre- Columbian handsomeness. They were working him at first-team quarterback. Scrimmage, coaches in the backfield, helping the boy get his steps, the Key West game coming up and a great outlet for all that intelligence and meanness, get that Calosa boy headed back down to one last battle at Bone Island. Evenings, she'd have two cold beers ready for him. "Here now, relax," she chided, tugging at his square black coach's cap, "you come home from that school wound tight as--" The mentor syndrome, he thought. So this is how the time can be passed. Forming stalwart young men on the gridiron. Our third string, he chuckled, Mincer running behind a stolid offensive lineman named Pudge, as if he'd worked the boy into some old Frank Merriwell story. And into the season, two wins, and a game against a respectable Catholic school up north of Miami, but a scout had diagnosed and relayed to Head Coach the tentative quality about the other team, that they put their pants on one leg at a time. And himself with a few good loud words for the offensive line at halftime, the shock troops, he'd |