Perry sprang out and upset the quarterback, giving Harry a chance to make the tackle; and Harry dived headlong with his arms outstretched. But he had misjudged the distance, and missed Rupert by a yard, a glaring blunder for all the Corinthians to see. And Rupert went racing on his way, while all the Pythians streamed after him down the side line, tossing their orange and black caps, waving sweaters, and shouting:—
"Touchdown! Touchdown!"
Harry picked himself up. He stood for a moment, uncertain in his mortification what to do. But no one noticed him. Then he began to run in pursuit of the other players, who were now careering far ahead down the field.
He had not gone ten yards when a wilder outburst of cheers from the Pythians, a sudden universal up-flinging of caps and coats and sweaters announced to him that it was touchdown indeed. The two elevens were piled up together near the goal.
Harry trotted up dejectedly as the pile was
