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Updated: May 7, 2025
Furiously the Legionaries worked the stone back and forth; a shower of mortar fell on the workers' feet and on the upturned, staring faces of the paralyzed Moslems trampled by the horrible contamination of heretical boots perhaps even pigskin boots! and then, all at once, the Hajar el Aswad slid from the place where it had lain uncounted centuries.
But Dick was seen to come out of it, while Greg rolled on the grass with the fullback. "Touchdown!" The air trembled with the vibration of that surging yell as Cadet Prescott raced across Lehigh's goal line. "Humph!" ejaculated Haynes. But he, too, was on his feet, watching the lively performance. Then the pigskin was carried back for the kick for goal, and the goal was made. Lehigh was tied!
Jeppe was allowed to spin his yarn alone. "Are you waxing it well?" said little Nikas. "It's for pigskin." The others laughed, but Pelle rubbed the thread with a feeling as though he were building his own scaffold. "Now I am ready!" he said, in a low voice.
Yet Gridley folks stirred uneasily. "That's what comes of putting a freshman, without judgment, on the calling job," muttered Fred Ripley sarcastically. The whistle blew. Cobber got the ball, and kept it moving. Once there was a brief setback when Gridley got the pigskin and sought to push it back. After four yards, however, Cobber took it and moved down the field with it.
"Here it goes right this time." The signal was repeated and Martin dashed forward, took the pigskin at a hand-pass and went through the centre. Amy grunted. "You just happened to guess it," he said. "Where are they going?" "Over to scrimmage with the 'varsity. Come along." "Would you?" asked Amy doubtfully. "Somehow I hate to see the 'varsity trampled on and defeated, Clint.
The boy who pushes, and tackles, and runs through a wilderness of other boys who are trying to down him, and get his pigskin away, will become the pushing business man who will go through the line of business progress, and make a touchdown in his enterprise, and he will kick a commercial or professional goal, over the heads of all competitors. Life is only a football game, after all.
The wisdom of it was apparent, for at once the ball began to go down toward Harvard's goal, once Yale got possession of the pigskin after an exchange of kicks. "That's the way! That's the way!" yelled Andy. "Touchdown! Touchdown!" This was being yelled all over the Yale stands. But it was not to be.
One mighty kick and the pigskin rose in the air like a bird, soared over the bar between the goal posts, and the 'Varsity was three points to the good. An instant later and the whistle blew. The game was over. The hearts of the scrubs went down into their boots.
Where is the ball now, fellows?" "Under Smith, Sr., and on Columbia's twenty-five yard line!" admitted Buster Billings, unwillingly. "And Bellport has still another chance to carry it over! If the wind was favorable Lee could boot the pigskin across your goal, and not half try. But I guess they'd rather depend on breaking through, or getting around the ends.
"We of Gridley are sportsmen enough to play the victors off the field." The play was quicker and snappier than ever. All the young men on both sides were using their last reserves of strength and wind. Pike was making a ferocious effort to get the ball back and over Gridley's goal line. But Pike lost, after three plays, and Wadleigh's men again grabbed the pigskin.
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