[The Cock-House at Fellsgarth by Talbot Baines Reed]@TWC D-Link bookThe Cock-House at Fellsgarth CHAPTER THIRTEEN 11/17
The enemy's half-backs were not in it with the fleet Fellsgarth runner, nor was their back; and to their own utter amazement, three minutes later the School placed to their credit an easy goal. Then did Clapperton and Dangle and Brinkman gnash their teeth till they ached, and Fullerton, standing near, had his gibe. "It was worth coming here in the rain to see that, wasn't it ?" The match was not yet over.
The Rendlesham men, startled into attention by this unexpected rebuff, took care that such a misadventure should not happen again, and making all the use they could of their superior weight, bore down the scrimmages and forced the ball into the open. Once they carried it through with a splendid rush, and their captain picking it up under the very feet of the boys, ran it forward a few yards, and took a drop-kick which missed by only a few inches. A little later came Corder's chance.
He had lived all the term for this moment.
If he was taken back to Fellsgarth on a shutter he would not care, so long as he did himself credit now. He had a clear field to start with, and was well out of touch before the advance guard of the enemy bore down on him.
Then it was a sight to see him wriggle and dodge, and twist and turn in and out among them, threading them like a needle through a string of beads, and slipping through their hands like an eel. "Well played indeed, Corder!" cried Yorke. Oh, what music was in the sound! What would he not dare now! On he went, now diving under an arm, now staggering round a leg; now jumping like a kangaroo against an opponent.
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