Before him nothing menaced but big Harlowe, Hallam's fullback.

Harlowe, however, was hurling himself straight in the impetuous way of little Fenton.
It looked like a bump.

There could be but one result.

Fenton would have to go down to save the ball.
Harlowe reached out to tackle.
Fenton came to a quivering stop, just out of reach.

Then, almost instantly, the little left end dashed straight forward again.
But the move had been enough to fool Harlowe.