9/15 Do all you can to stop them if they come." The ball was thrown out of touch; Mr.Blake got it, and in a few seconds the fight was raging in the very mouth of the enemy's goal. Morris put in a capital shot; but the ball glanced off one of the players, and went behind. Now you fellows get it through somehow or other!" "Mark your men, Horace House!" cried Mr.Fox. The next moment every one was shoving and elbowing with their eyes fixed on the ball as it flew through the air. |