"_7--8--4--6!_" Eight half bounded by him, full-back fell in behind and took the ball, left half dashed after, and the group trotted away to line up again ten yards down the field.

But presently the lines at the east goal broke up and trotted toward the benches, and Mills called the players in from all parts of the field.

The water-pail was surrounded and the thirsty players rinsed out their mouths, well knowing the reprimand that awaited should they be rash enough to take even one swallow.

Sweaters were hurriedly donned, Simson dealing them out from the pile on the ground, and the fellows sank on to the benches.

Neil saw Sydney, and talked to him over the fence until he heard his name called from the line-up.
"I think I shall make a touch-down to-day," said Sydney.