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The Gladiators our men were held up on the line. I was in a fever because time was nearly up, when from a scrum just in their half Powell got possession and passed to Linwood. I thought he'd try to break through again, but he didn't. He had a wild drop at goal, and the ball just dropped over the bar. It was an awful moment for us, but it did the trick."

"Why," said I innocently.

"Put us a point ahead." Georgie eyed me compassionately. "Linwood gave a howl when he saw what he'd done and rushed off to the pavilion. He'd won the match for us, that's all. There was no more scoring after that. By Jove, I am glad to think we got the better of those damned Gladiators! It's taken 'em down a peg I can tell you. They'll sing a jolly sight smaller for their next few matches I'll bet my boots. I only wish I dared tell 'em they'd been beaten by a lunatic. But I shouldn't be surprised now I come to think of it, if they guessed. There was that ass Gummery." 217