"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 pieces was, in part, true. Several shifts were made in the players, but this did not aid the eleven. With twelve minutes more to play, Brill kept up its winning streak, and secured another touchdown and goal and then a safety. When the whistle finally blew the ball was well in Roxley's territory.
"Brill wins!"
"Say, wasn't that a great game? All Roxley the first half and all
Brill the second."
"Talk about a team pulling itself together! I never saw anything like what Brill did in the second half."