Joel darted toward the center, took the leather at a hand pass, crushed it against the pit of his stomach, and followed the left end through a breach in the living wall.

Strong hands pushed him on.

Then he came bang! against a huge shoulder, was seized by the Yates right half, and thrown.

He hugged the ball as the players crashed down upon him.
"Third down," called the referee.

"Three yards to gain." "Line up, fellows, line up!" called the impatient Story, and Joel jumped to his feet, upsetting the last man in the pile-up, and scurried back.
"_2--9--9_!" "_2--9_--!" Back sped Blair.