Simson was almost up to them.

He wanted to win, did Reardon, and-- "All right here," he cried.
Neil went to his place, Simson retreated, suspicion written all over his face, and the whistle sounded.
Neil met the next attack with his left shoulder fore-most.

And it was Erskine's ball on Robinson's fifty-yards.
On the first try around the Brown's left end Smith took the leather twenty yards, catching Bloch napping.

The north stand was on its feet in an instant.

Cheer after cheer broke forth encouraging the Purple warriors to fight their way across those six remaining white lines and wrest victory from defeat.