Evening journal., 1899-09-01
Ar Armrtrone dashed into the IIne

for him, but as he went into II he in
voluntarily threw up one arm TO shield
his face. The Camden quarterback,
rrouching low behind the line, buried
himself at Armstrong; knees and
tackled him hard and fast.
As he plunged forward over his
taclsler the luclless boy felt the ball
Ilip from the grasp Of his left arm
and had a sickening consciousness that
he had fumbled. The referee dartedi in
TO the mob Of men. pulling and haul
ing, to find the ball. "Camden's BALL"
be called out.
Armstrong ran back up the field 20
The fullback's position on the defensive,
wishing at every step that the earth
would open and swallow him up.
Twice the Camden backs smashed in
10 the Hilton line and then ,ihe full
back, with a strong kick, sent the bah
so yards up the field and the goal was
out of danger.
Up and down the field the battle was
waged the rest Of the first half, with no
perceptible advantage TO either team,
and the half closed with the ball in Hill
tons possession on their own 40-yard
line.
The captain came up TO Armstrong in
the dressiRg-room, where the players.
were resting and regaining their
strength. "rhat was a bad tumble you
made, old man. but don't let il worry
YOU. I've seen older heads than yours
get ratified for less cause than you
had, and you may have a chance to re-
deem yourself in the next half"
The Is minutes OF resting soon
passed, and as the players filed out the
captain turned 20 Armstrong and said,
with a look half quizzical and half Sc
rious: "If you tumble again in this
half, young fellow, I'll be hanged If /
don't make you walk home"
In the second half the superior
weight and strength of the Camden
players began 10 tell, and, in spite Of a
brave defense, the play was forced into
the hilton territory. Nothing but re-
peated punts saved the Hilton goal line
from being crossed, and each successive
onslaught carried the ball little
nearer,
All hope of scoring on the Camden
team had disappeared, and the exhaust
ed team longed only for the call Of
time TO save them from defeat. The
Hilton line was going TO pieces, aud, in
spite Of the captains desperate efforts
to rally his men, they were being
forced back and back, until the ball
lay on the ten=yard line, and It was
Camden's first down. Nothing short OF
a miracle could save them now.
Ducling the line had netted all the
gains In this half, as the Hilton ends
were too sure taclslers TO allow any end
runs. The play had drifted over to one
side of the field, and the ends had been
drawn in by the repeated attacks OF
the line.
Seeing this, and wishing TO score th'
touchdown where goal would beeasy
the Camden quarterback gave the sig
nal for fake buck. The fNllbael
charged into the line, his head dow
as though he carried the bail. The Hill
ton players threw themselves into th
center TO stop the rush, and even th'
ends, forgetting all caution, rushed in
20 the thick OF the fight.
But the ball was not there. Instead
Of passing It to the fullbaelS, the quar-
terback had held IL for q moment an'
then tossed it 10 the left half, kenne
dy. In an instant Kennedy was OF
e like a shot for the Hilton goal. Arm
{ strong was the only man between tn
! flying halfback and a touchdown.
! Cutting well across the field TO shals
OF all possible pursuers, Kennedy wa
Z running almost parallel to his oPpo
b. nent.
As the latter gathered himself fe
3 the lnal spring fer the tackle the run
ner stopped short and lodged quicid,
4 back. Armstrong whirled and throV
P out his arms in n last desperate effor
70 make the tackle. His outauHg arm
struck the ban ,squarely and knocked
from Kepnedy's too-confdent grasp.
lie turned TO seize it again, butit wa
too late. The ball bounded up almos
! into Armstrong; arms, and h
clutched it half involuniarily. II wa
"A hundred yards 20 the other goal, bu
u he had a clear field.
The whole Camden team was in hc
n pursuit. Armstrong; comrades wer
= following in the general rucE, shoutin
: words of encouragement which b
: never heard, and blocking off the lac
CARDS on the other team.
Z Kennedy was close behind the bo
/ and gaining every yard, but the ga
4 was too wide TO be closed easily.
Armstrong heard the flying feet an
? painting breath behind him, an
strained every nerve. As he gave or
! last leap to throw himself across tf
p line Kennedy sprang at him like
3 hawk and nailed him in the air, an
pursuer and pursued came down with
- thump-across the goal line.
a ilulle? OF course it was, but it wo
+ the game, and what else do we play fOI
e, Armstrong felt more than repaid whe
n the captain wrung his hand and e.
o claimed: Good boyl I'm proud
d know you. There won't be thing &c