Then a plunge through the tackle-guard hole, followed by a tandem on guard, and another five yards was passed.

The cheering from the wearers of the blue was now frantic and continuous.
There was two years of defeat to make up for, and victory was hovering over the azure banner! "Eight minutes to play," said Remsen.

"If we can only keep them from scoring again!" Suddenly there was a murmur from the seats, then a cry of surprise from Remsen's side, then a shout of exultation that gathered and grew as it traveled along the line.

And around the corner of the stand came a youth who strove to lace his torn and tattered canvas jacket as he ran.

Remsen leaped to his feet, dropping his pipe unnoticed, and hastened toward him.