He picked it up, and for a moment the sporting instinct prompted him to make a rush.

But he caught sight of Yorke and Rollitt both looking his way, and the bad blood in him prevailed.

He deliberately sent the ball with a little side-kick into Blackstone's hands, who, running forward a step, sent it, with a mighty drop, right over the School line.

It almost grazed the goal post as it passed, and it was all Fullerton could do to save the touch-down before the whole advance guard of the enemy were upon him.
The whole thing had been so wilfully done that there was no mistaking its meaning.
"Hold the ball!" cried Yorke, as the side ranged out for the kick-off.
"Dangle, get off the field." "What do you mean ?" said Dangle, very white.
"What I say.

You'll either do that or be kicked off." Here Clapperton interposed.
"Don't go, Dangle; he's no right to turn you off or talk to you like that before the field because of an accident.