Neil, pale but with a little smile about his mouth, measured his distance.

Victory depended upon him.

From where Reardon knelt to the goal was nearly forty yards on a straight line and the angle was severe.

If he made it, well and good; if he missed--He recalled what Mills had told him ere he sent him in: "I think you can win this for us, Fletcher.

Once inside their twenty-five Reardon will give you the ball for a kick from drop or placement, as you think best.