ice Yorke did the same, and once Clapperton.

Corder discovered that a fellow does not always score, and yet may play
a steady, useful game. He was disappointed that it was only left him to
do the latter; and he set himself down as a failure. But Mr Stratton
put him on his feet wonderfully at the end.

"You've improved, Corder. You never played as well."

The others worked well, and contributed to the great result, and
perhaps, better still, grudged no one his greater glory. It was
Fellsgarth that was playing, not Fullerton, Ranger, Brinkman, Fisher
major, or anybody else.

The final goal was Clapperton's. It was an historic event. For the
first time in the match the Penchurch men had worked the ball up into
the boys' quarters, and fears were being entertained lest, after all,
they would save their "duck." The half-backs and quarter-backs of the
School were squeezed in, all of a lump, between touch and goal; and
those who looked on noticed with alarm that, as matters now stood, an
easy drop-kick from any of the enemy's forwards might capture the goal.

Rollitt was the first to put an end to this dangerous state of things.
He bore down the scrimmage after his usual fashion, and succeeded, as he
broke through, in getting the ball into his hands. But for once he
could get no further. Twenty hands seized him and carried him to the
ground, but not before he had sent back the ball into Fisher's hands.

"Back up now--hard and fast!" cried Yorke.

Never was order more beautifully carried out, Fisher minor held the
leather long enough to pass it to Brinkman. Brinkman staggered on a
yard or two and slipped it back to Denton. Denton made a yard or two
more and passed it to Corder. Corder fell back with it into the arms of
Ranger. Ranger let Corder drop, but captured the ball, and with one of
his lightning swoops carried it out of the ruck for twenty yards, when,
as he fell, Yorke came up and captured it. Yorke, alas, was cut short
in his career before he had gone ten yards, but Clapperton was there to
take it. Away he went, shaking off the nearest of his assailants and
distancing others, till he too fell gloriously, with his body in play,
and his hands in touch, thirty yards from the enemy's lines. The
serried ranks formed up on either side. Clapperton, as he stood, ball
in hand, ready to throw in, passed his eye along the line of his
friends, and stopped short of Yorke. Yorke understood. He caught the
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