Stowell, the big, good-natured substitute center, was bending over the ball.

Sydney could hear Mills's sharp voice: "Now draw back, defense, and lunge into them! Get the start on them!" Then the ball was snapped and the two ranks heaved and pitched a moment before the offense broke through and scattered the turf with little clumps of writhing players.
"That was good, Tucker, good!" cried Mills.

"You did just as I told you.
Now give the ball to the other side.

Weight forward, defense, every one of you on his toes.

_Browning, watch that ball!_ Now get into them, every one! Block them!" At the other end of the field six fellows were kicking goal and six others, stretched upon the turf, were holding the balls for them.