Fond hope! it is kicked out and caught beautifully.
Crab strikes his heel into the ground, to mark the spot where the ball was caught, beyond which the school line may not advance; but there they stand, five deep, ready to rush the moment the ball touches the ground.
Take plenty of room.

Don't give the rush a chance of reaching you.

Place it true and steady.

Trust Crab Jones.

He has made a small hole with his heel for the ball to lie on, by which he is resting on one knee, with his eye on old Brooke.