Down the pair of 'em went 'Ker-wallop!' and the football flew out of Parker's arms.
"In an eyewink that poet was up, grabs the ball, and comes tearin' back toward us.
"'Stop him!' shrieks Parker from astern.
"'Head him off! Tackle him!' bellers the big chap who was hangin' onto the detective.
"They tell me that discipline and obeyin' orders is as much in football as 'tis aboard ship.

If that's so, every one of the Old Home House eleven was onto their jobs.

There was five men between Willie and the hotel, and they all bore down on him like bats on a June bug.
"'Get him!' howls Parker, racin' to help.
"'Down him!' chimes in big Jim, his knee in poor Snow's back.
"'Run, Bearse! Run!' whoops the Pinkerton man, liftin' his mouth out of the sand.
"He run--don't you worry about that! Likewise he dodged.

One chap swooped at him, and he ducked under his arms.

Another made a dive, and he jumped over him.