Every one knew what to look for.

Squarely between the posts and directly under the cross-bar stood Joel March, his left foot on the goal-line.

Back came the ball, straight and low into Joel's outstretched hands.

The line blocked long and hard.

One step forward, an easy, long swing of his right leg, and Joel sent the ball sailing a yard over the upstretched hands of the opposing line and far and high down the field.
There it was gathered into the arms of the St.Eustace full-back, but ere that player had put his foot twice to ground he was thrown, and the teams lined up on St.Eustace's forty-five-yard line.