The entire forces of each side were in the play, and for nearly half a minute the swaying mass moved inch by inch, first forward, then backward, the Robinson left tackle refusing to believe that their famous play was for once a failure and so clinging desperately to the ball, the center of a veritable maelstrom of panting, struggling players.

Then the whistle sounded and the dust of battle cleared away.

Robinson had gained half a yard.
The north stand cheered delightedly.

It had only seen the Robinson tandem stopped in its tracks, and did not know that in the struggle just passed Erskine had used a new and novel defense for the first time on any football field, had vindicated her coaches' faith in it, and brought surprise and dismay to the brown-clad warriors and their adherents.

If it had known as much as Mills and Jones and Sydney about the "antidote" it would have shouted itself hoarse.
Gillam trotted back to his place.