9/17 For on the next play the umpire's whistle shrilled, and half the distance to the goal-line was paced off. Hillton was penalized for holding, and the ball was on her three yards! From the section of the grand stand where the crimson flags waved came steady, entreating, the wailing slogan: "_Hold, Hillton! Hold, Hillton! Hold, Hillton!_" Near at hand, on the side-line, Gardiner ground his teeth on the stem of his pipe and watched with expressionless face. Professor Beck, at his side, frowned anxiously. "Tear them up, fellows!" The quarter gave the signal, the two lines smashed together, and the whistle sounded. The ball had advanced less than a yard. |