a twinkling Tom "nursed" it to where he wanted it and kicked a goal from the field.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"
"That's the way to do it!"
"Now, then, for another!"
"By the great Julius Cæsar!" cried Sam. "Isn't that fine?"
"Oh, it was grand!" exclaimed Nellie, and she waved her banner directly at Tom, and he waved his hand in return. Just then Nellie felt as if she could go and hug him.
"It certainly was fine," said Grace, "but it's only one goal, and they have such a big score," she pouted.
"Never mind. We won't be whitewashed, anyway."
"It's a pity they didn't have Tom in the first half," said Dora. Although her heart was strangely sore, she nevertheless felt proud of what Tom had accomplished.
Again the two elevens went at it, and now Roxley tried again to force the center by a rush. But to their surprise Brill shifted to the left—that one weak spot—and got the ball on a fumble by the Roxley half-back. There was more quick action by four of the Brill players, and when the scrimmage came to an end the leather
