"It won’t work twice," he said.
Fardale had found the enemy’s center hard to break. The home team did not hesitate, however, and next came the signal for Kent to try a run round the end.
It happened that Hudsonville was looking for just this kind of a play, and, although Don did his best, he was simply forced out of bounds without a gain.
Then Fardale was compelled to bring the ball in for a kick, in order to avoid the loss of the oval on downs as the probable result of another rush.
Singleton did not cover himself with glory this time, for he drove the ball only to Hudsonville’s forty-yard line, and Tilton got back to within five yards of the center of the field before being turfed.
Then the onlooking Fardale enthusiasts saw Hudsonville again batter through the home team and quickly carry the ball over the center, putting the cadets on the defensive in their own territory.
"What’s the good of all Merriwell’s secret practise?" said Jabez Lynch, who was watching from the lower tier of seats. "Our fellows are playing the same old simple game. I haven’t seen anything new thus far."
"Perhaps we’ll see something later," said Tod Hubbard, who was at Jabez’s side.
"Let us hope so," sneered Lynch. "I want Fardale to win to-day, for Dick Merriwell will think he’s the whole team if we lose when he’s off."
Hudsonville kept Fardale going till the ball was lost on a fumble twenty yards from the home team’s goal. Once more Fardale attempted to advance by a mass-formation attack on the enemy’s center, but secured no ground.