demons behind him, and his friends on the benches encouraging him to go on. He saw nothing and heard nothing until on the grandstand he perceived a slender girlish form arise, wave a banner, and fairly scream:
"Dick! Dick! Run! run! run!"
"It's Dora," he thought. "Dora sees me! She wants me to win!"
It was the last bit of inspiration he needed, and as a Roxley full-back came thundering up to him he threw the fellow headlong. Then straight as an arrow from a bow he rushed for the goal line, crossed it, and sank limply down in front of the grandstand.
"Hurrah for Dick Rover!"
"Say, wasn't that a dandy run?"
"Those brothers can certainly play!"
"It's Brill's game now! Roxley is going to pieces!"
Amid a great din the leather was taken down into the field and the goal was kicked.
"Want to get out of the game?" Dick was asked as he came down, breathing heavily.
"No, not unless I'm put out," was the gritty answer.
"You'll not be put out. That was the finest run ever made on this field."
What had been said about Roxley going to
