The Yates end, from his place back of the line, leaped at them, but was upset by Dutton, and the two went down together.

The opposing left half bore down upon Joel and Blair, the latter speeding along at the runner's side, and came at them with outstretched arms.

Another moment and Joel was alone.
Story and the half were just a mass of waving legs and arms many yards behind.
Joy was the supreme sensation in Joel's breast.

Only the Yates full-back threatened, the ball was safely clutched in his right arm, his breath came easily, his legs were strong, and the goal-posts loomed far down the field and beckoned him on.

This, he thought exultingly, was the best moment that life could give him.
Behind, although he could not hear it for the din of shouting from the Harwell stand, he knew the pursuit to be in full cry.