But there are many slips in football as well as in the everyday walks of life, for on the next play there was a fumble, and an indescribable scramble to recover it. And when the scramble was over, an Academy boy was found on top of the leather. A groan went up from the Queen's crowd. Down among the tumbled players two stood erect, one was Turner and the other Dixon, and the former had his fists clinched.
"Turner fumbled," said some one.
"Did you see what happened?" Frank cried, excitedly, to Patterson, with whom he was sitting.
"Don't you think I have any eyes?" said the Wee One, indignantly. "It was a dirty trick. He gave the signal and threw the ball at Jimmy's hands. Didn't give him a chance to get it. It was a deliberate trick, a contemptible trick," he added.
A few minutes later the half ended, and Queen's came to the sidelines. Horton was raging.
"Turner, you disappointed me. Right in the time we wanted you most, you failed us."
"It wasn't——" began Jimmy.
"I don't want any excuses," said Horton, sharply. "Hillard, go in at right half and finish the game there."