Then she tried to throw, but Jane was everywhere. The confusion was obvious, even to the onlookers.
"Oh, for that count!" wailed someone.
"Throw it!" yelled the captain to the confused Bee. She raised the ball as if to comply, then with an astonishing fumble, the ball slipped and rolled to Jane's feet. Quick as a flash Jane was after it. Then the dribble, and Jane took one bounce, and with one toss of the ball to her forward under the basket, the ball went home to a goal! And the goal was made for Wellington!
"Oh! Oh! ho! ho!
Rah! Rah! Rah Wellington!
Center! Center! Rah! Rah! Rah!"
The cyclone broke. That strategy on Jane's part won a victory for which she would have been more content to have had any other of the team, than herself, strike the decisive blow.
"You did it. We knew you would. Good old Jane."
"Can't lose her!"
"Brains tell!"