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92 being pulled apart by umpire and referee. Frank Windsor got out from the bottom, and seeing Harry, ran up to him.

"That's your fault! Don't you let them get round your end again!" he said sharply. Harry felt hurt that Frank Windsor should speak to him in that way. The ball had been carried two feet beyond the line. Harris, the Pythian centre, took it out, and Rupert kicked the goal. Rejoicing over this achievement was expressed in the reiterated, carefully separated shout: "Pythi-an! Pyth-i-an! Pyth-i-an!" reiterated with indefinite monotony. It grated on Harry's nerves.

Frank Windsor, with the ball under his arm, walked angrily out to the middle of the field. Then he called his team round him.

"You fellows have got to play ball!" he said. "You've got to hold them—and you've got to tie that score. They had no business to get that touchdown, if you fellows out on the right had had your eyes open and played the game."