Just keep cool and do your level best, that's all we ask.

Now get in there." Neil took a deep breath.

He'd do his best.

If the line held, the ball ought to go over.

He was cool enough now, and although his shoulder seemed on fire, the smile about his mouth deepened and grew confident.
Reardon stretched forth his hands.
"_Signal!_" he cried for the third time; but no signal was forthcoming.
Instead Graham sped the ball back to him, steady and true, and the Robinson line, almost caught napping, failed to charge until the oval had settled into Reardon's hands and had been placed upon the ground well cocked at the goal.