The sudden unexpected reverse had put him into a bad temper, and as he finished speaking he gave Harry another withering look. He kicked a hole in the ground with his heel and put the ball down.
"Get to your places," he said.
Then he drew back a dozen feet, and when the whistle sounded, he ran forward and sent the ball flying far up the field.
Harry had much the same chance as at the beginning of the game to distinguish himself by a diving tackle. But he was hurled to the ground by Andrews, who came against him full tilt with a leather-protected shoulder. And the runner carried the ball back thirty yards from where he had received it.
As the Corinthian eleven lined up amid more Pythian shouting, Frank Windsor clapped his hands, and cried desperately:—
"Stop them now! You've got to stop them! Put some life into it!"
Frank Windsor, right half-back, was playing close to the line, and giving his particular attention to the support of Joe Herrick. Be-
