The mercuryball fell to the ground, spun in a dizzy circle and with a gentle tap by Richards, rolled to Davison, who took it in stride and sent it soaring for a forty-five-yard goal. The Capella unit had drawn first blood. "Well, hot-shot," snarled Roger back on the starting line, "what happened to the big pass-stealing idea?" "I tripped, Manning," said Tom through clenched teeth. "Yeah!