The latter looked around once, and the Robinson supporters, taking that as a sign of nervousness, redoubled their noise.
"Muckers!" groaned Neil.

Stone grinned.
"Everything goes with them," he said.
The referee's hand went down, Devoe stepped forward, the blue-clad line leaped into the field, and the ball sped upward.

As it fell Neil turned to Stone and the two stared at each other in doubt.

From both stands arose a confused roar.

Then their eyes sought the score-board at the west end of the field and they groaned in unison.
"NO GOAL." "What beastly luck!" muttered Stone.
Neil was silent.