The gains were made anywhere, everywhere, it seemed.

Allardyce yielded time and again, and Selkirk beside him, lacking the other's support, was thrust aside almost at will.

The Yates shouters were wild with joy, and the cheers of Harwell were drowned beneath the greater outbursts from the supporters of the blue.
Harwell appeared to be outclassed, so far as her rush line was concerned.

Past the fifty-yard line went the ball, and between it and the next white streak, Harwell at last made a desperate stand, and secured the ball.

At the first play it was sent speeding away from Blair's toe to the Yates mid-field, a long, clean, high kick, that led the forwards down under it in time to throw the waiting back ere he had taken a step, and that brought shouts of almost tearful delight from the Harwell sympathizers.