a way,
but it should not be indulged in till people were out of the wood.

"The teams then faced each other in midfield, and the ball had no sooner
left the Scotch captain's foot than it was taken away, and dribbled down
the centre by Bryan, Whitehouse, and Lawrence, and when half-time was
called the latter was just finishing a good shy, which sent the ball
over the bar. According to the new rules a quarter of an hour was
allowed as an interval, and during that time speculation ran high as to
what was destined to be the final issue.

"To indulge for a moment at the idea of the Americans beating the Scotch
on their own ground in the great International was a sore point for the
bulk of the spectators with Scotch faces, but they said very little.
They had a secret hope that their champions would eventually pull off
the game, even though they had a goal to make up, and only half-an-hour
to do it. They had, it was remembered with pride and satisfaction,
pulled through many a doubtful match before, and Scotchmen, it was well
known, were not easily beaten.

"The young lady again threw up the ball, and Tam Glen, getting a good
hold of it at his left foot, made one of the finest fly-kicks ever seen
in a match, and the forwards on the Scotch side following well up,
completely puzzled the Yankee backs and half-backs by their brilliant
passing. Before you could say Jack Robinson, M'Geake shied for the
American goal, and the ball knocked off the cap of the goalkeeper, and,
hitting the bar, bounded back into the field of play. A hard and
exciting scrimmage followed, and amid breathless excitement the Yankees
cleared their goal. Five minutes of very even play followed, and then
the Scotchmen set their teeth and made a desperate effort for victory.

"Only ten minutes of the game now remained to the good, and there was,
you may be sure, no time to lose. One goal behind, and at the great
International, too! It would never do to allow America to whip creation,
even at football! One final effort; no, two final efforts, and it was
done.

"The Scotch captain was seen to whisper something to his team, and in a
few minutes the grandest run which was probably ever witnessed since
football became a scientific sport in the world, was started, and,
before the American backs, half-backs, and goalkeeper could realise
their position, the Scotchmen bore down on the visitors' goal, and
literally dribbled the ball clean through. This was, you may