If you go, I'll go too." "Go, both of you, then," said Yorke.
The two Modern boys looked for a moment as though they doubted their own ears.

What could Yorke mean, in the middle of a critical match like this?
He evidently meant what he said.
"Are you going or not ?" said he.
It was a choice of evils.

To play now would be to surrender.

To stay where they were would render them liable to a kicking in the presence of all Fellsgarth.

They sullenly turned on their heels and walked behind the goals.