A moment later, the Rendlesham side of the scrimmage showed signs of breaking, and a moment after that Rollitt, quickly picking up the ball, burst through both friend and foe.
"Back up, Dangle! back up, Ranger!" shouted Yorke.
"Look out behind!" cried the Rendlesham captain.
Rollitt carried that ball pretty much as he had carried Dangle a day or two before, almost contemptuously, indifferent as to who opposed him or who got in his way.

The only difference was that whereas he then walked, now he ran.

And when Rollitt chose to run, as Fellsgarth knew, even Ranger, the swift-footed, was not in it.
The enemy's forwards were shaken off, and their quarter-backs distanced.
The half-backs closed on him with a simultaneous charge that made him reel.

But he kept his feet better than they, and staggered on with one of them hanging to his arm.
"Look out in goal!" shouted the Rendlesham men.
"Back up, you fellows!" cried Yorke.
In his struggle with the man on his arm, Rollitt lost pace enough to enable Blackstone to overtake and make a wild dash, not at the man, but the ball.

The onslaught was partly successful, for the ball fell.
Dangle, who was close behind, made an attempt to pick it up, but before he could do so, Rollitt, like a hound momentarily checked, dashed back to recover it himself, knocking over, as he did so, both Dangle and Blackstone.
He had it again, and once more was off, this time with only the enemy's back to intercept him.