THE GREAT FOOTBALL GAME It is not my intention to give all the particulars of that game of football between Brill and Roxley, for the reason that I have many other things to tell about.

Yet I feel that I must tell something of that great second half, which nobody who saw it will ever forget.
In the first half Roxley had the kick-off, and they played such a fierce whirlwind game that before the leather had been on the gridiron eight minutes they scored a touchdown.

Then they made another touchdown, and just before the whistle blew for the end of the first half one of their players kicked a goal from the field.
And Brill scored nothing.
More than this, the playing was so rough that two of the Brill eleven and one from Roxley had to retire from the field.
Of course the visitors went wild with joy, and shouted themselves hoarse.

They waved their colors, swung their rattles, and tooted their horns for fully five minutes, while the silence among the Brill contingent was so thick it could be "cut with a knife," as Sam afterward expressed it.
"It's all over," murmured Stanley with a glum look on his face.

"Their eleven this year are too heavy for us." "We can't meet them in mass play, that's certain," was Dick's comment.
"If we are going to gain anything at all it must be by open work." "Tom Rover can take Felton's place," came the order from the head of the team, and Tom at once threw off the blanket he had been using and got into practice with another new man and some others.
Dick felt sore, physically and mentally.