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Nevertheless, it was his touchdown in the first quarter that sounded the knell of the Crimson hopes that day, and Cornell men will always believe that his presence on the side line wrapped in a blanket, after his recovery from the shock that put him out of the game, had much to do with inspiring his Eleven.
"Break your necks but get a touchdown!" Once more the line-up. Andy's ears were ringing. He could scarcely hear the signals for the cheering from the stands. He was called upon to smash through the line, and did manage to make a small gain. But it was not enough. It was the second down. The other back was called on, and went through after good interference, making the necessary gain.
Dodging with marvellous agility and craft three Army men who sought to bar his way, Dave went pantingly over the Army goal line -scoring a touchdown! What a fearful tumult ascended from the seats of the Navy's sympathizers over on the stands! The Navy had proved itself, by scoring the only touchdown. Lieutenant Carney groaned inwardly.
He felt sure he could have made a touchdown on the satellite without trouble, but his first thought had been for the safety of the others aboard the ship. Now it was out of his hands and he grudgingly admired the way Vidac was handling the giant rocket cruiser. "Twenty-five thousand feet to touchdown," reported Roger. So far, Vidac had kept the ship dropping at a steadily decreasing rate.
The only Princeton man who sensed trouble was Doggy Trenchard. He set sail in pursuit. He soon caught up with Lott and would have caught Duncan, but for the latter's interference. Duncan finally scored the touchdown, having made the 105 yards in what would have been fast time for a Wefers.
The Pornellites were now wild, but they stared blankly as they saw plucky Tom Rover snatch the leather up and run back twenty yards with it. "He's going right through with it!" "There goes Hardy after him!" "Down they go!" "Lushear has the ball! It's going back!" "Run, Lushear, run! A dollar if you make it!" "They can't catch him! Oh, pshaw! Down he goes!" "But the ball is safe! A touchdown!
She glowed pinkly at the thought. "When I sit up on the bleachers and see you make a touchdown and hear 'em yell why I'm there! I'm on the team because I've helped a little to keep you on the team! It almost makes up for having to be a girl.
Now it was Chester in possession of the ball, and then like magic it passed into the hands of the locals. Half-way through the quarter the tide surged back on to Chester territory, with all that brawn thrown upon them. Speedily came a touchdown for Marshall, but the kick for goal missed connections by a foot.
The sudden blast of the powerful jets slowed the descent of the ship, and finally, fifty feet above the ground, Tom snapped out another order. "Cut main rockets! Hold auxiliary!" A moment later there was a gentle bump and the Polaris rested on the ramp, her nose pointed to the heavens. "Touchdown!" yelled Tom. "Cut everything, fellas, and come up and sign the log.
There was a crash as the two lines of players met, and then, struggling forward, tearing himself loose from restraining hands pushed, shoved and all but torn apart, Tom forced his way onward. His vision became black! His breath was all but gone, and then, with a last mighty heave, he shoved the ball over the last line. "Touchdown! Touchdown!" "Tom Fairfield's touchdown!" "Elmwood Hall forever!"
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