St.Eustace's next play was a small wedge on tackle, and although Barnard threw himself with all his remaining strength into the breach he was tossed aside like a bag of feathers and through went the right and left half-backs, followed by full with the ball, and pushed onward by left-end and quarter.

When down was called the ball was eight yards nearer Hillton's goal, and Barnard lay still on the ground.
Whipple held up his hand.

Thistelweight--a youth of some one hundred and forty pounds--struggled agitatedly with his sweater and bounded into the field, and Barnard, white and weak, was helped limping off.

For awhile St.Eustace fought shy of right-guard, and then again the weight of all the backs was suddenly massed at that point, and, though a yard resulted, the crimson wearers found cause for joy, and a ringing cheer swept over the field.

But Littlefield at left-guard was also weakening, and the tackle beside him was in scarce better plight.