Then he stopped and gave the signal. St. Timothy's charged forward and made a gain of three yards, and there was more wild shouting, and again Rupert was waving his crutch.
"You got near him that time!" cried Eastman, as the elevens lined up. "Mind, he's waiting for you!"
This time the attack was so desperate and concerted that it made ten yards, and the St. Timothy' s cheer did not cease even when the players got to their feet, but continued and continued, the leaders of it having worked themselves into a frenzy.
And now, with only two yards separating them from the goal-line, with Ward standing up in the carriage and shouting, and Rupert gesticulating wildly with arm and crutch, Eastman made himself heard:—
"You're going to shake hands with Rupe after this play!"
He shouted the signal that meant Perry at right tackle was to open up a hole.
And Perry responded to the call. He charged against his opponent furiously, and
