Then he relighted his pipe and, with stolid face, watched events.
St.Eustace was still hammering Hillton's line at the wings.

Time and again the Blue's big full-back plunged through between guard and tackle, now on this side, now on that, and Hillton's line ever gave back and back, slowly, stubbornly, but surely.
"First down," cried the referee.

"Five yards to gain." The pigskin now lay just midway between Hillton's ten-and fifteen-yard lines.

Decker, the substitute quarter-back, danced about under the goal-posts.
"Now get through and break it up, fellows!" he shouted.

"Get through! Get through!" But the crimson-clad line men were powerless to withstand the terrific plunges of the foe, and back once more they went, and yet again, and the ball was on the six-yard line, placed there by two plunges at right tackle.
"First down!" cried the referee again.
Then Hillton's cup of sorrow seemed overflowing.