Eustace right half-back reached him. Then there was a quick
line-up, and Joel took up his position for a kick.
"Well done, Whipple!" cried Remsen and Blair in a breath.
"But the time!" muttered Remsen, "does he know--"
"One minute to play!" came the ominous announcement.
Then, while a snap of the fingers could have been heard the length of
the field, Whipple glanced deliberately around at the backs, slapped the
broad back of the center sharply, seized the snapped ball, and made a
swift, straight pass to Joel. Then through the Hillton line went the St.
Eustace players, breaking down with vigor born of desperation the
blocking of their opponents. With a leap into the air the St. Eustace
left-guard bore down straight upon Joel; there was a concussion, and
the latter went violently to earth, but not before his toe had met the
rebounding ball; and the latter, describing a high arc, sailed safely,
cleanly over the bar and between the posts! And then, almost before the
ball had touched the ground, the whistle blew shrilly, and apparent
defeat had been turned into what was as good as victory to the
triumphant wearers of the Hillton crimson!
Hillton and St. Eustace had played a tie.
And over the ropes, rushing, leaping, shouting, broke the tide of
humanity, crimson flags swirled over a sea of heads, and pandemonium
ruled the campus!
And on the ground where he had fallen lay Joel March.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE GOODWIN SCHOLARSHIP.
"But how did it all happen?" asked Outfield West breathlessly.
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