"No fair!" shouted Sammy, Bob and some others.
Jed paid no attention to this. He ran forward all the faster. This made Bob hurry. He gave the ball a wild kick.
"Hurrah!"
"Ya-ah! three times and out!"
Bob, with a good deal of pleasure, watched the leather sphere swing past Jed. Then, with a little start, he stared hard as it landed.
A weazened old man was making a short cut across the end of the field. The ball landed directly against his stomach.
It must have been going with some force, for at once the man doubled up like a jack-knife.
He fell flat to the ground, his hat flying in one direction and his cane in another. Sammy ran up to Bob with a look of dismay on his face.
"I say, Bob," he spoke hurriedly, "we're in for it now—it's old Silas Dolby!"
