The whistle sounded and the flushed players of both teams came back to range up for the kick from field.

Dave, his cheeks glowing, took the kick.
He sent a clean one that scored one more point for Gridley.
The cheering and the playing of the band still continued when the two elevens again lined up for play during the last five minutes of the game.

The referee was obliged to signal to the leader to stop his musicians.
Forsythe looked hot and weary.

His expectation of an easy victory had come to naught.

Unless he and ten other Hallam boys could work wonders in five minutes.
But they couldn't and didn't.