At the same instant Paul threw up one hand blindly and fell across the last line.
On the north stand hats and flags sailed through the air.

The south stand was silent.
Paul lay unmoving where he had fallen.

Simson was at his side in a moment.

Neil, his heart thumping with joy, watched anxiously from the bench.

Presently the group dissolved and Paul emerged between Simson and Browning, white of face and stumbling weakly on his legs, but grinning like a jovial satyr.