Amy clapped Clint on the knee--fortunately it was not the injured one!--and cried: "Some team, Clint! Say, they play almost as well as the second, eh ?" And Clint, laughing delightedly, acknowledged that they did--almost! Harris, well behind his own goal line, punted to safety, a long and high corkscrew that brought another roar of delight from the home team supporters and settled into the arms of a Chambers back near the forty-yard line.

Two tries at the left wing and the whistle shrilled the end of the third period and the teams changed goals.
"Bet you it'll be a stand-off," said Amy.
"Don't want to take your money," replied Chase, with a smile.
"Who will score, then ?" "Brimfield for certain, Chambers perhaps.

If Chambers scores it'll be from the field.

She's killed herself." And Chase's prophecy proved fairly correct.

Chambers had shot her bolt.
Brimfield secured the ball by inches on a fourth down near the middle of the field and her first desperate attack, a skin-tackle play with St.
Clair carrying the pigskin, piled through for nearly ten yards, proving that Chambers was no longer invulnerable.