His vision became black! His breath was all but gone, and then, with a last mighty heave, he shoved the ball over the last line.
"Touchdown! Touchdown!"
"Tom Fairfield's touchdown!"
"Elmwood Hall forever!"
"Three cheers!"
"Three cheers for Tom Fairfield!"
The players and spectators went wild, and the game came to an end a few minutes later, with Tom's team the champions.
"Well, old man, we did 'em," said Jack some hours later, when the chums, and as many of their friends as possibly could crowd into the room of our heroes, had gathered there. "We did 'em."
"Good and proper," added Bert.
"How's the ankle, Tom?" asked the captain anxiously. "We don't want to permanently cripple you, for there'll be more games next year."