That was the finest run ever made on this field." What had been said about Roxley going to pieces was, in part, true.
Several shifts were made in the players, but this did not aid the eleven.

With twelve minutes more to play, Brill kept up its winning streak, and secured another touchdown and goal and then a safety.

When the whistle finally blew the ball was well in Roxley's territory.
"Brill wins!" "Say, wasn't that a great game?
All Roxley the first half and all Brill the second." "Talk about a team pulling itself together! I never saw anything like what Brill did in the second half." "Nor I." "Those two Rover boys are winders." So the talk ran on.

Of course, Roxley was keenly disappointed, but it tried not to show it, and sang songs and cheered its opponents.

And Brill cheered the enemy, as is the custom.
Tom and Dick were surrounded by a host of friends, and had to shake hands over and over again, and had to have their hurts washed and bound up.