A crowd of sightseers line the road and hedges, for is not this for the glory of Helston and her grammar school? Labourers, with their shovels on their shoulders, farmers, with their produce, all are anxiously watching. They have come to see the ball brought in. They know it will be victory for the school, now it is so near. Bravos, hurrahs, sound on all sides. The dogs and light brigade men are jubilant with expectation. The brook, or river Cober, is in sight. Could the runner make the bridge, or even dash through the flood, victory seemed sure. But no, there is a swift Breage man on his track, and bids fair to overtake him. He has him, and he hurls the ball toward town. It was an unlucky throw, for splash!--it is in the river. Nothing daunted, a light brigade man has leaped in after it, and then a Breage man on top of him, and then others, until the little stream is choked with wrestling bodies, heaving, gasping, and the air is full of spray. "'E 'as it! Bravo!" shouted the enthusiastic Helston spectators. "Now, clear the way for un!" shouted a town beadle, as he made the people stand back to give the runner a clear track to their own town. To their dismay and open-mouthed chagrin, it was the Breage captain that leaped out of the stream, ball in hand, and charging like a bull through the light brigade men, he scatters them right and left like chaff before the wind. With a whoop and hallo, the heavy brigade strive to block him, but he makes a detour, leaps another hedge, and is speeding through another field. What matter brambles or thorns, the game must be saved for Breage. "Ah! dear! dear! us thought 'e was our man, but it 'twas t'other side," said some Helston labourers, as they gazed after the rapidly receding players. "Ah wadn't fair, so ah wadn't," said others, disconsolately. "Us may as well go back to market; the day is lost for Helston," said several farmers, as they turned from the scene. "Man alive! Did 'ee see 'ow 'e runned. Ah runned like a white-head." With many similar expressions, the crowd of spectators melted away.