Summary

Portrait of Rupert Hughes Rupert Hughes,  The Dozen from Lakerim

“ One shoulder is down.
The referee is on all fours, his cheek almost to the ground. He is watching for the meeting of those two shoulders upon the mat.
The Kingstonians have given up, and the Trojans have their cheers all ready.
And now the despairing Jumbo feels that his last minute has come. But just for the fraction of a second he sees that the cautious Ware is slightly changing his hold.
With a sudden, a terrific effort, he throws all his soul into his muscles—closes his arms like a vise on Ware's arms. The Nelson is broken, or weakened into uselessness.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Rupert Hughes Rupert Hughes,  The Dozen from Lakerim

“ But Tug, having Lakerim ideals in mind, would never say die. He squandered just breath enough to exclaim:
"We're not beaten till the last man crosses the line!" And he added:
"Stage, run for your life."
And Stage ran. Oh, but it was fine to see that lad run! He fled forward like a stag with the hounds in full cry after him. He wasted not an ounce of energy, but ran cleanly and straightly and splendidly. He had the high-stepping knee-action of a thoroughbred trotter, and his running was as beautiful as it was swift.
"Run, all of you, for your lives!" cried Tug
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Rupert Hughes Rupert Hughes,  The Dozen from Lakerim

“ But the effects of the contest did not end with the dying out of the cheers with which the victory of the scrub was greeted. And Tug's elevation did not cease when he had been caught up on the shoulders of the crowd and carried all over the field, amid the wild cheers of the whole Academy. No more did Captain Clayton's chagrin end with his awakening from the stupor into which he had been sent by the surprisingly good form of the scrub. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature