Kingdon made a heroic effort to down the half, and would have succeeded had it not been for the persevering forward, who reached him with his long arms and pulled him to earth.

And Blair, the ball safe beneath him, lay at the Yates thirty-five yards, the half-back holding his head to earth.
Joel arose, and as he trotted to his position he looked curiously at the first finger of his left hand.

It bore the imprint of a shoe-cleat, and pained dully.

He tried to stretch it, but could not.

Then he shook his hand.