The next one barely cleared the cross-bar, and Neil was hugely tickled.

The count was then ten tries and one goal.

He got out of the way in order to keep from being ground to pieces by the struggling teams, and while he stood by and watched the varsity make its first touch-down, ruminated sadly upon the report he would have to render to Mills.
But a long acquaintance with footballs had thoroughly dispelled Neil's awe of them, and he returned to his labor determined to better his score.

And he did, for when the teams trotted by him on their way off the field and Mills came up, he was able to report 38 tries, of which 12 were goals.
"Not bad," said the coach.

"That'll do for to-day.