Back went the ball for a kick, and a moment later it was Yates's on her thirty-five yards, and again the teams were lining up.

It was now the turn of the east stand to cheer, and mightily the shout rolled across the field.
Through came the Yates full, the ball safely stowed in the crook of his elbow, the whole force of the backs shoving him on.

Three yards was his.
Another line-up.

Again the Yates full-back was given the ball, and again he gained.

And it was the first down on Yates's forty-five-yard line.
Then began a rout in which Harwell retreated and Yates pursued until the leather had crossed the middle of the field.