And as Remsen wondered, the ball was put in play, the line blocked sharply, and Christie left his place at right end, and skirting behind the backs received the ball by a double pass _via_ right half-back and ran for the middle of the field, the backs helping the end and tackle to hold the St.Eustace right line.

Christie gained the center of the gridiron and advanced a yard toward the opponent's goal ere the St.Eustace right half-back reached him.

Then there was a quick line-up, and Joel took up his position for a kick.
"Well done, Whipple!" cried Remsen and Blair in a breath.
"But the time!" muttered Remsen, "does he know--" "One minute to play!" came the ominous announcement.
Then, while a snap of the fingers could have been heard the length of the field, Whipple glanced deliberately around at the backs, slapped the broad back of the center sharply, seized the snapped ball, and made a swift, straight pass to Joel.

Then through the Hillton line went the St.
Eustace players, breaking down with vigor born of desperation the blocking of their opponents.

With a leap into the air the St.Eustace left-guard bore down straight upon Joel; there was a concussion, and the latter went violently to earth, but not before his toe had met the rebounding ball; and the latter, describing a high arc, sailed safely, cleanly over the bar and between the posts! And then, almost before the ball had touched the ground, the whistle blew shrilly, and apparent defeat had been turned into what was as good as victory to the triumphant wearers of the Hillton crimson! Hillton and St.Eustace had played a tie.
And over the ropes, rushing, leaping, shouting, broke the tide of humanity, crimson flags swirled over a sea of heads, and pandemonium ruled the campus! And on the ground where he had fallen lay Joel March..