Two minutes later, when Joe, with most of the others who had been caught on the field, was being borne crazily about through the laughing, jubilant throng, swaying and pitching above a sea of faces, his bearers brought him for a moment abreast of Frank Foley and their glances met.
“That was great, Faulkner!” called Frank warmly.
But Joe, smiling happily, shook his head.
“Only luck,” he answered.
THE END
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