Eric went down, dragged forward another yard and then, panting and weak, gave it up.

Then Marvin settled ungently on his back, to make assurances doubly sure, Andy Miller threw him off very promptly and Steve rolled over on his back and fought for breath.
The rest of the teams came panting up, the audience along the side-line howled and cheered gloriously, if a trifle breathlessly, having itself raced down the field in an effort to keep abreast of the drama, and delighted members of the second team lifted Steve to his tottering feet, thumped him on the back and shrieked praise into his singing ears.
After that, with the ball on the second's eight yards, the 'varsity should have scored easily.

And yet, so gallantly did the scrubs dig their toes into the trampled turf that thrice the 'varsity was held for a scant gain and, finally, with one down remaining, Williams dropped back to the twenty-yard line and dropped a field-goal.
"Boots" was almost moved to tears and looked as though he wanted to embrace each and every member of his team.

For what was a puny three points when the second had six to its credit?
The things that Miller said were extremely derogatory, while Coach Robey walked back to the middle of the field with a disapproving air.

In the four minutes that remained, there was football played that _was_ football! The 'varsity, smarting under impending defeat, went at it with a desperation that promised everything.