"We would n't if Rupert Ormsby were still in it," Harry replied.
There was a bitterness in his answer that seemed to denote a lack of enthusiasm for the new vigor shown by his team. His friend looked at him in surprise, and supposed that Harry's bitterness was due to his removal from the game.
Two long runs round Albree's end, a few successful plunges through the centre, and rank Windsor at last carried the ball across the line for the first Corinthian touchdown. Harry jumped up with the other substitutes, and capered and waved his arms and yelled; but it was really only a regard for external decency that prompted him. With the heaviness in his thoughts caused by his own failure and by Herrick's treachery, and most of all by Rupert's injury, there was no room for rejoicing. He shouted again when Frank Windsor kicked the goal, and again when, with only one minute left to play, the Corinthians rushed across the line for their second touchdown. Frank Windsor kicked this second goal, tying the score.
