Down it came, out shot Blair's hands, and catching it like a baseball he was off at a jump, Kingdon beside him.

Joel swung about, gave a shoulder to an oncoming blue-clad rusher, ran slowly until the two backs were hard behind him, and then dashed on.
Surely there was no way through that crowded field.

Yet even as he studied his path a pair of blue stockings went into the air, and a threatening obstacle was out of the way, bowled over by a Harwell forward.

The ends were now scouting ahead of the runners, engaging the enemy.

The fifty-five-yard line was traversed at an angle near the east side of the field, and Joel saw the touch line growing instantly more imminent.