The Rendlesham backs flung themselves in the way, but only to divert, not to stop their career.

When Corder picked himself up and rubbed the mud out of his eyes, the first thing he saw was Ridgway sitting behind the enemy's line with the ball comfortably resting on his knee! It was another for the School--perhaps a goal.
Alas! on that ground the long side-kick was too much even for Yorke.

It shot wide, and Rendlesham breathed again.
But the long and short of it was that the match was a tie; a goal and a try to each side; and that to Corder belonged the credit of a big hand in the lesser point.
"Awfully well run, Corder," said the captain, as, time having been called, the two walked off the field together.

"You must play for us again." After that, who should say life was not worth living?
The very weather seemed to change for Corder.

The sun came out, flowers sprang up at his feet, birds started singing in the trees overhead.
What a letter he would have to write home to-morrow! The captain's pat on the back sent a glow all through him.