He paused and watched Mason get a yard through the Brown's left tackle.

"Only, if I don't, I suppose I won't get my E." "Oh, yes, you will.

The Artmouth game counts, you know." "I wasn't in it." "That's so, you weren't; I'd forgotten.

But I think you'll get it, just the--Good work, Gale!" Paul had made four yards outside of tackle, and it was again Erskine's first down on the fifty-five-yard line.

The cheers from the north stand were continuous; Neil and Stone were obliged to put their heads together to hear what each other said.
For five minutes longer Erskine's wonderful good fortune continued, and the ball was at length on Robinson's twenty-eight yards near the north side-line.