He's the finest little ref that ever tossed a coin." "I fear I won't get a show," mourned Joel.
"You can't tell," answered Briscom knowingly.

"Last year there were two fellows ahead of me and I got on for twenty minutes of the last half.
Trueland bent his ankle, Chesney hurt his knee, and Condon got whacked on the head.

Watch the game every minute of the time, March, and learn how the Yates halves play the game.

Then if you do go on you won't be in the dark." The coaches rolled up to the players' entrance to the field, and the fellows hopped out and disappeared into the quarters.
The time was two o'clock.

The gates were still thronged, although to the people already on the stands it was a puzzle where the newcomers were going to find seats.