“G. G.” replaced Desmond with Smythe and, still later, sent half a dozen other substitutes dribbling in. But Horner couldn’t be seriously dented between tackles, and although, as a final desperate enterprise, “G. G.” sent Sproule in for Whitemill with instructions to round the ends, Wyndham came no nearer another score than the enemy’s thirty-two yards, from where, well along in the fourth quarter, “Big Bill” made a desperate and well-nigh hopeless try for a goal from placement. The ball came down near the five-yard line. Horner was still not through, and in the last six minutes of the twelve-minute period, she added insult to injury by plowing her way from midfield, where she had taken a short punt, to the seventeen yards and, when stubbornly held there, shooting a forward toss over the middle of the line for another score. As a doughty fullback kicked an easy goal after each touchdown the final humiliating score was 14 to 3. Well, a team can’t always win, and Wyndham had feared Horner beforehand. Unfortunately, though, she hadn’t feared her enough. Wyndham’s defense against the forward-pass, which had worked nicely when opposed to her Scrub, had failed badly. Horner had tried the air three times and each time had succeeded. Her style of passing was, however, different from the Scrub’s, and the First had failed to solve it. Evidently, then, there was still much to be learned as to protection against the passing game. Even Coach Otis’s big line of forwards hadn’t gained much glory. More than one Horner plunge had torn it wide apart, while the enemy’s persistent attack on Desmond and Weldon had shown conclusively that the right side needed something at present lacking. Wyndham’s ends had been boxed time after time, and even “Big Bill,” the pride and boast of the School, had fallen down badly on the defense. Altogether, then, the coaches had much to ruminate on that Saturday evening. Especially as Horner Academy then rated about 60 to Wolcott’s 100!