Hanson snorted. "Just what I might have expected of a Wrangler. Well--"

Then Chief Garrity shushed him suddenly. "Quiet, skipper! Something's

going on!"

Something was, indeed. The radio announcer was in a dither. "--and it

looks bad for the Wranglers, friends! The Rocketeers' quick kick has

them on the one yard line ... now they're lining up to kick out of

trouble.... Wait a minute! Here comes a substitute from the Wrangler

bench. It's--we don't have time to get you his name, folks, but it's

number 36. He's going in at quarterback for O'Doule--"

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