But Tom ordered a drop and there the team clung, refusing to budge an inch further.
"Time is almost up," said George Strong.

"Three minutes more!" "Up!" cried Rockley.
"Up and pull for all you are worth!" cried Tom.

"Pull, I tell you! Make every ounce of muscle count!" And pull Tom's team did as never before, and Tom with them, watching for the first sign of returning weakness.

But the team was now on its mettle and made the Rockleys come over the line in spite of the frantic orders from Rockley himself to drop.
"It's ours!" screamed Tom, and with a final haul brought the opponents over the line with a rush.

Rockley, flat on his back on the grass, trying in vain to dig his heels into the soil, and the others floundering just as vainly.
A cheer went up for Tom's team, while Rockley and his followers left the field in disgust.
"It was well won, Tom!" said Dick enthusiastically.