The two teams lined up quickly.

Then back, foot by foot, yard by yard, went the struggling Harwell men.

Yet the retreat was less like a rout than before, and Yates was having harder work.

Her players were twice piled up against the Harwell center, and she was at last forced to send a blue-clad youth around the left end, an experiment which netted her twelve yards and which brought the east stand to its feet, yelling like mad.
But here the crimson line at length braced and the ball went to its center on three downs, and the tide turned for a while.

The backs and the right end were hurled, one after another, at the opposing line, and shouts of joy arose from the crimson seats as gain after gain resulted.
Thrice in quick succession Captain Dutton shot through the left end of the blue's line, the second time for a gain of five yards.
The cheering along the west side of the great field was now continuous, and the leaders, their crimson badges fluttering agitatedly, were waving their arms like tireless semaphores and exciting the supporters of Harwell to greater and greater efforts.