Back of Hillton, less than eight yards away, lay the goal-line.

Desperation lends strength.

Huddled together, shoulder to shoulder, the backs bracing from behind, the crimson-clad youths awaited the next charge.

It was "the thin red line" again.

Then back went the ball, there was a moment of grinding canvas, of muttered words and smothered gasps, of swaying, clutching, falling, and "Down!" was heard.
"Hillton's ball; first down," announced the umpire.
What a cheer went up from the grand stand! What joy was in Remsen's heart as the St.Eustace full-back went trotting up the field and Greer stooped over the ball! Then came a pause, a silence.