Back near the eighteen yards he waited, while Carmine piped the signal, arms outstretched.  Chambers feinted and danced in her eagerness to pile through.  Then back went the ball, waist-high, and Harris caught it and turned it carefully.  The enemy thrust and struggled.  An eager left end came around and went to earth before Roberts.  Confusion reigned supreme for a long moment.  Then the unexpected happened.  Harris swung his leg, but he didn’t drop the ball to it.  Instead he turned quickly, tossed it a running figure which had suddenly detached itself from the offence and threw himself in the path of a reaching Chambers forward.  Off to right shot the runner with the ball.  Cries, frantic gasps from Chambers!  A sudden scuttling to the left to head off the attack!  But the Chambers left wing had been neatly drawn in and Steve Edwards had nearly a clear field in front of him when, ten yards from the side line, he saw his chance and dodging behind St. Clair and eluding the Chambers right half-back, he fairly romped across the line!

“That,” shouted Amy, whacking Chase on the back, “is what is called strategy!  Get me?  Strategy!”

Three minutes later Jack Innes had kicked goal and turned the six to a seven.  And five minutes later still the game came to an end with Brimfield once more pounding at Chambers’ door.  It was generally conceded that if the contest had lasted another minute Brimfield would have added another score.

CHAPTER XV

A BROKEN FIDDLE

Brimfield trooped back across the field to the Row noisily triumphant.  Two hours before had anyone suggested that it would be satisfied with anything less than three scores it would have derided the notion.  Now however it was not only satisfied but elated.  Those seven points looked large and noble, and the home team’s victory was viewed as a masterful triumph.  Chambers was credited with having put up a fine fight, with having a more than ordinarily powerful team, and there were some who even went so far as to declare that Claflin would show no better football than today’s visitors had shown.  But that was doubtless an exaggeration, and those who made it had probably forgotten those first two periods in which both teams played very ordinary football indeed.  A fair analysis of the game would have shown that the two elevens, while playing somewhat different styles of football, had been very evenly matched in ability and condition, that both had been weak on defence and that neither had proved itself the possessor of an attack which could be depended on to gain consistently.  What both teams had shown was a do-or-die spirit which, while extremely commendable, would not have availed against a well-rounded eleven evenly developed as to attack and defence.  In other words, both Brimfield and Chambers had shown fine possibilities, but neither was yet by any means a remarkable team.