There was no time to reach him.

He took a quick glance at the distant goal, a short run forward, and his long limb swung through the air with tremendous force.

There was a dead silence of suspense among the crowd as the ball described a lofty parabola.
Down it came, down, down, as straight and true as an arrow, just grazing the cross-bar and pitching on the grass beyond, and the groans of a few afflicted patriots were drowned in the hearty cheers which hailed the English goal.
But the victory was not won yet.

There were ten minutes left for the Scotchmen to recover this blow or for the Englishmen to improve upon it.
The Northerners played so furiously that the ball was kept down near the English goal, which was only saved by the splendid defensive play of their backs.

Five minutes passed, and the Scots in turn were being pressed back.