He covered twenty-four yards before he was brought to earth.
Here was where delay came in. While Cobber was fighting stubbornly to regain the pigskin, the whistle sounded the end of the second half.
Gridley had won from the big enemy!
Now pandemonium broke loose. Two thousand people leaped up and down, yelling themselves hoarse.
So many hats went into the air that it was a miracle if every man recovered his own headgear.
The band didn't play; the student body didn't sound a yell. What would have been the use? There was too much noise.
Dick made a bound, landing beside the band leader.
"Hustle your men, please! Get out into the field and lead our men off."
It needed quick work, for the players were already leaving the grounds. The wildest fans were getting over the lines, mingling with the late players.
But the band got there on the run. Above all the din Ben Badger was quick to realize the meaning of the new move. He caught his men back, forming them just behind the forming band. Off marched the victorious team to the air of "Hot Time!" That brought down the cheering harder than ever.