"Of course it was bizarre," said Broyles later. "But our kids were fast enough to be there to hit him and get the ball. Luck follows speed."
Now it's just 10 plays later, and Texas has driven 58 yards to the Arkansas 24. Texas, it seems, will get back by hard play what it has given away so easily. Harris slams into left tackle. Snap, crackle, crunch. Up pops the ball directly into the hands of Arkansas' Tommy Trantham, who has nothing before him except 77 yards of inviting sunshine. Touchdown. Said Broyles, " Harris cut for an opening without a real grip on the ball, and our tackle, Jim Williams, hit him awfully hard, and anybody in Terrapin Neck will tell you that Trantham is a fine football player."
The next thing Texas did was get convicted of holding on a punt, which forced it to punt again, the result being a difference in Arkansas' favor of 25 yards in field position. Brittenum, perhaps a little disappointed because Arkansas's defense was outscoring him, took over at his own 40 with Texas in a visible daze. He promptly dazed the Longhorns even more.
"Well, big Frank, he said to Jon Brittenum,
Come out, and show us what you've got.
And if you can fake and run and pass and block,
We'll use you in the quarterback slot,
You'd better know it,
We'll use you in the quarterback slot."
Brittenum wheeled the Razorbacks across in nine plays, hitting Harry Jones, the 9.6 halfback, on a 23-yard pass, running five yards on a clutch keeper himself, then beautifully firing an 11-yard touchdown pass to End Bobby Crockett, who caught last year's winning pass and hasn't been covered by Texas yet.
Thus ended the first stage of the game, the totally unreal part, where a Texas writer upstairs stood shaking his head and saying, "I never thought I'd see the day when the Longhorns could be driving the ball and I'd feel like Arkansas might score on any play." Texas had given up the two easiest touchdowns of Darrell Royal's career, and it was the worst a Royal team had trailed in seven years, and since Arkansas itself was strong and in fact favored by three points (" Arkansas has certainly come a long way," brooded Broyles during the week, "when it's favored over the No. 1 team in the country"), it looked like Arkansas could select the final score and even send in Governor Orval Faubus for a few plays.
A champion dies hard, however, and Texas, though one found it difficult to realize, had been moving the ball. Quarterback Marv Kristynik, who looks more like the team manager than the clever operator he is, was almost as hot as Brittenum. Using a new wing set outside the end with motion that confused Arkansas, he started the action one way, then threw the ball or gave it to a running back going the other way. And the blocking was superb, especially that of Guard- Linebacker Tommy Nobis, who played both ways despite three pounds of tape on an injured left knee. All the Longhorns had to do was hold the ball, and except for a few plays they did just that for the next 38 minutes, or until the game-winning Arkansas drive. The span was interrupted at half time when Royal merely wrote "21-20" on a blackboard and reminded his players who they were—Texans.
Kristynik hit two passes and drove Texas to within range of David Conway's first field goal, this one from 35 yards out. He hit three passes, all counter-throws back across the flow of action, in a 73-yard drive that ended with him scoring the touchdown himself on a one-yard sneak. That narrowed the gap to 20-11. Kristynik passed and ran the Longhorns to Conway's second field goal (34 yards) in the third quarter, which made it 20-14.
Still mixing his plays up, Kristynik appeared to have indeed won the game in the fourth quarter. He sent his runners into Arkansas' sagging middle, and when the Razorbacks stopped that he went outside himself. In seven quick plays he whirled the Longhorns 40 yards to the go-ahead touchdown, weaving and wriggling free from 14 yards out, after failing to find a pass receiver.
Conway's placement made the score 21-20 as Royal had ordered. But Kristynik, whose individual brilliance was largely responsible for Texas' big statistical edge in the game (401 total yards gained to 181, 23 first downs to 12), was not through. He sped away on runs of 19 and 16 yards and moved his team 51 more yards to another Conway field goal. Texas thus moved four points up and out of Arkansas field-goal range. The Texas band played The Eyes, Royal licked his fingers again, the bench grinned and not a "Whoooo, pig, sooey!" was to be heard anywhere.