tors sat silent,
breathless. The angle was difficult. Could he make it? Would the line
hold?

Quite calmly Slade waited. The center passed the ball neatly. Slade
turned it in his hands, paid not the slightest attention to the mad
struggle going on a few feet in front of him, dropped the ball--and
kicked. The ball rose in a graceful arc and passed safely between the
goal-posts.

Every one, men and women alike, the Raleigh adherents excepted, promptly
turned into extraordinarily active lunatics. The women waved their
banners and shrieked, or if they had no banners, they waved their arms
and shrieked; the men danced up and down, yelled, pounded each other on
the back, sometimes wildly embraced--many a woman was kissed by a man
she had never seen before and never would again, nor did she
object--Wayne Gifford was turning handsprings, and many of the students
were feebly fluttering their hands, voiceless, spent with cheering, weak
from excitement.

Early in the fourth quarter, however, Raleigh got its revenge, carrying
the ball to a touch-down after a series of line rushes. Sanford tried
desperately to score again, but its best efforts were useless against
the Raleigh defense.

The final whistle blew; and Sanford had lost. Cheering wildly, tossing
their hats into the air, the Raleigh students piled down from the grand
stand upon the field. With the cheer-leaders at the head, waving their
megaphones, the boys rapidly formed into a long line in uneven groups,
holding arms, dancing, shouting, winding in and out around the field,
between the goal-posts, tossing their hats over the bars, waving their
hands at the Sanford men standing despondently in their places--in and
out, in and out, in the triumphant serpentine. Finally they paused, took
off their hats, cheered first their own team, then the Sanford team, and
then sang their hymn while the Sanford men respectfully uncovered,
silent and despairing.

When the hymn was over, the Sanford men quietly left the grand stand,
quietly formed into a long line in groups of fours, quietly marched to
the college flagpole in the center of the campus. A Sanford banner was
flying from the pole, a blue banner with an orange S. Wayne Gifford
loosened the ropes. Down fluttered the banner, and the boys reverently
took off their hats. Gifford caught the banner before it touched the
ground and gathered it into his arms. The song-leader stepped beside
him. He lifted his hand, sang a note, and