He whooped like a wild Indian.
"Spring, ye snails! Tear up the dust, ye sons of Eli! Two--make it two, Blos, old boy! Why, this game is easy now! We've just got started! Whoop! Whoopee!" In going over second Blossom tripped and fell heavily.

When he scrambled to his feet he was somewhat dazed, and it was too late for him to try for third.

He saw Halliday down by third motioning wildly for him to get back and hold second, but there was such a roar of voices that he could not hear a word the coachers were saying.

However, the signals were enough, and he got back.
Now the "Sons of Eli" were all on their feet, and they were making the air quiver.

It was enough to inspire any man to do or die, and it is doubtful if there was not a man on the Yale team who did not feel at that moment that he was willing to lay down his life, if necessary, to win that game.
When the shouting had subsided in a measure, Rattleton was heard to shout from his perch on the shoulders of a companion, to which position he had shinned in his excitement: "Right here is where we trick our little do, gentlemen--er--I mean we do our little trick.