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There were only three minutes left to play, and in that time neither side scored. When Mr. Barclay blew his whistle, the Harvard team assembled and cheered St. Timothy’s, and then St. Timothy’s assembled and cheered Harvard. After that the players walked to the athletic house, beset on the way by the curious or by friends.
Newell was the quickest; he grabbed the ball out of the air and went down instantly, with the three others on him—but he was on St. Timothy’s ten-yard line. It was a brilliant pass and a brilliant catch; St. Timothy’s stood looking on disconsolate, while the Harvard players gathered exultantly for the line-up.
Then he bade Lawrence good-by and resumed his journey to New Hampshire. It was a pleasant September morning when he presented himself, a sallow, thin-cheeked, narrow-shouldered, bespectacled youth, before Dr. Davenport, the rector of St. Timothy’s School.
Then when that cheer had subsided, one of the visitors stood up and took off his hat and shouted,— “Three times three for St. Timothy’s! One—two—three!” The fellows in the barge sent up a vigorous, snappy cheer, and then overflowed at back and sides. In the confusion and the crowd, Irving was still straining his short-sighted eyes in a vain attempt to discover Lawrence.
Timothy’s on the side-lines waved and shouted, for Westby had gained five yards. Collingwood called on him again; he gained three yards more. Irving shouted with the rest; he turned to Mr. Randolph and said,— “That ought to give Westby confidence.” “I hope it does; he’s so erratic,” Mr. Randolph answered. “If only he’s starting in now on one of his brilliant streaks!”
Lawrence looks as old as you, and handles himself more grown up, somehow.” “He’s bigger,” Irving sighed. “Yes, ’t ain’t only that,” drawled Mr. Beasley. “Though ’t is a pity you’re so spindling; good thing for a teacher to be able to lay on the switch good and hard when needed.” “I don’t believe they punish with the switch at St. Timothy’s.” “Then I guess they don’t learn the boys much.
Ballard, with his hard plunges through the centre and his long punts, was the chief factor in Harvard’s offensive game; Lawrence was their ablest player on the defense. After the first ten minutes St. Timothy’s made hardly an attempt to go round his end, but devoted their assaults to the centre and other wing of the line.
Three rushes through tackle and centre and one run round Lawrence’s end carried the ball across St. Timothy’s line for a touchdown. Ballard kicked the goal. There was no more scoring that half. In the second half St. Timothy’s kicked off; Harvard got the ball and set about rushing it back up the field.
Timothy’s had kicked; Ballard had recovered the ball for Harvard on St. Timothy’s forty-yard line, and then Warren, the quarterback, had made a long pass straight into Lawrence’s hands; Lawrence started to run; then, just as Chase and Baldersnaith were bearing down for the tackle, he stopped and hurled the ball forward and across to Newell, the other Harvard end.
Timothy’s players capered about for joy, and the spectators shouted as triumphantly as if it had been the St. John’s game; the Harvard team ranged themselves quietly under the goal. Dennison kicked the goal, and the score was tied. For the next ten minutes neither team succeeded in making much progress. St.
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