Captain Dutton played a dashing, brilliant game at left end, and secured for himself a re-election that held no dissenting vote.

And Barton, at the other end of the red line, tried his best to fill the place of the deposed Chase, and if he did not fully succeed, at least failed not from want of trying.

But it was little Story, the quarter-back, who won unfading glory.

A mass of nerves, from his head down, his brain was as clear and cool as the farthest goal post, and he ran the team in a manner that made the coaches, hopping and scrambling along on the side lines, hug themselves and each other in glee.

So much for the Harwell men.
As for Yates, what words are eloquent enough to do justice to the heroic, determined defense she made there under the shadow of her own goal, when defeat seemed every moment waiting to overwhelm her?
Every man in that blue-clad line and back of it was a hero, the kind that history loves to tell of.