n minutes of the twelve left,
McPhee opened the line when Southby had finally been forced to punt from
her twelve yards and St. Clair had caught on his forty-five, and started
a series of direct-pass plays that, coming as they did on the heels of
an afternoon of close-formation plays, confused the enemy until the ball
had been planted near her thirty-five yards. Brimfield fought
desperately then, closing her line again and sending Edwards off on an
end-around run that took the pigskin eight yards nearer the last white
mark.

It was then that St. Clair really showed what was in him. Four times he
took the ball and four times he plunged, squirming, fighting, through
the Southby centre and, with the Brimfield shouts cheering him on, put
the leather down at last on Southby's eighteen. Otis got three off left
tackle and McPhee tried the same end for no gain. Martin went back and,
faking a kick, threw forward to Edwards, who romped to the nine yards
before he was smothered. It was fourth down then, with less than a yard
to go, and St. Clair was called on. A delayed-pass did the business and
Southby was digging her toes into her seven yards. Martin slid off right
tackle for two, bringing the ball nearly in front of goal, and the
defenders again fell back.

Carmine was sent in again for McPhee and Lawton took Pryme's place.
Carmine evidently brought instructions, for Captain Edwards fell back to
kicking position after the conference, and the ball was passed to him.
But with only five to go and three downs to do it in a drop-kick was not
likely, especially as three points would still leave Brimfield beaten,
and so Southby disregarded the bluff. But if a kick was out of the
question a forward pass was not, and it was a forward pass that Southby
set herself for. And so, with her ends drawn out and her backs spread,
the touchdown came easily. For Steve faked a throw to the right, where
Holt apparently waited, and then dashed straight ahead, the ball against
his ribs, his head down and his feet flying, struck the hastily-formed
massing of Southby's centre like a battering ram and literally tore his
way through until, when he was at last pulled down, he was five yards
over the line!

Since Brimfield needed that goal badly, Rollins, in spite of bandages,
was sent in for Martin, and, when Carmine had canted the ball to his
liking, very calmly put it squarely between the uprights above the bar.

The remaining minute and a half of pl