Hurrah! Mivins, up in the air with it.
Kick, boy, kick like a spanker-boom in a hurricane!" Such were a few of the expressions that showered like hail round the men as they rushed hither and thither after the ball.

And here we may remark that the crew of the _Dolphin_ played football in a somewhat different style from the way in which that noble game is played by boys in England.

Sides, indeed, were chosen, and boundaries were marked out, but very little, if any, attention was paid to such secondary matters! To kick the ball, and keep on kicking it in front of his companions, was the ambition of each man; and so long as he could get a kick at it that caused it to fly from the ground like a cannon-shot, little regard was had by any one to the direction in which it was propelled.

But, of course, in this effort to get a kick, the men soon became scattered over the field, and ever and anon the ball would fall between two men, who rushed at it simultaneously from opposite directions.

The inevitable result was a collision, by which both men were suddenly and violently arrested in their career.