Claflin put in a new right guard and a fresh right tackle and returned two of her former men to the line.  Coach Robey sent Hall back, but made no other change.  The teams doffed blankets once more and again faced each other on the Blue’s twenty-four yards.

Claflin hoped for nothing better, perhaps, than a no-score result, for her attack had several times failed to get under way and her opponent seemed to be gaining strength rather than losing it.  Carmine, acting under instructions from Coach Robey, now opened up his bag of tricks.  A long side-pass to Edwards, followed by a forward heave to Roberts, across the field, brought the Maroon-and-Grey supporters leaping to their feet, for Roberts caught the long pass high in the air, dodged a frantic Claflin end and raced straight toward the goal line.  Only the fact that he slipped near the ten-yard line prevented a score then and there.  That instant’s falter brought the enemy down on him and, although he managed to squirm forward another yard, he was stopped.  But it looked a short distance from the nine yards to the final white line, and Brimfield implored a touchdown.

Harris was hurled against the desperate blue line and made a scant two yards, and was found threshing his arms about when the players were torn apart.  Time was taken out and, after the full-back had been administered to, he was supported to the bench and the eager Rollins cantered on.  Again came a bewildering trick-play, with a delayed pass from Innes to Freer and a straight dash at the line by St. Clair after a short lateral pass.  But, although Claflin’s forwards faltered, the secondary defence came to the rescue and St. Clair gained only two yards.  It was third down now, with five to go, and from both sides of the gridiron came the imploring shout of the rival “rooters.”  Brimfield chanted “Touchdown!  Touchdown!” and Claflin hoarsely begged her warriors to “Hold ’em, Claflin!  Hold ’em, Claflin!”

And Claflin held them!

With Harris out of the line-up, Carmine hesitated to try a field-goal, and when, after another yard and a half had been gained by Freer, the goal line was still almost four yards away, he risked all on a forward-pass.  Edwards managed to sneak into position beyond the goal line, but Carmine’s toss went wide and Claflin fell on the ball back of the post.  Blue flags waved wildly then, while, across the dimming field, the Brimfield stand was silent and disappointed.

Six minutes still remained of that final quarter, however, and the Maroon-and-Grey took courage again.  When the teams lined up once more Still was at left half, Trow at right tackle and Thursby had taken Jack Innes’s place.  Claflin played desperately then and, almost before Brimfield realised it, had reached the middle of the field.  Trow was weak and several gains were made past him.  Thursby, too, had not found his pace.  Claflin succeeded with a short forward-pass and twice made five-and