After it was seen that another down that did not net three yards would give the ball to the home team, the visitors decided to try to kick a goal from the field. Fardale saw what was to be attempted, and every effort was made to break through the line and spoil the kick. King, however, was given plenty of time, and he drove the ball over the bar in handsome shape.
Hudsonville had scored, and the wisdom of this kick for goal from the field was shown when the whistle blew shortly after, ending the half, with the tally standing 5 to 0, in favor of the visitors.
"Too bad!" said Jabez Lynch. "Unless we can do better in the last half the cry will go up that we have lost the game because Merriwell was not playing."
"It’s strange," said Tod Hubbard, "that they didn’t give you a show when Merriwell was taken sick."
"Strange!" sneered Jabez. "Nothing strange about it! It simply shows the nasty feeling against me."
"Didn’t you expect they would give you a show?"
"Well, if I hadn’t expected it, I’d never——" Right there Jabez checked himself suddenly, and the expression on his face seemed to indicate that he feared he had said too much.
"You’d never what?" asked Hubbard.
"Never mind," growled Lynch, getting up. "I’m going to move round and stretch my legs during the intermission."
"Now, I wonder what he started to say," thought Hubbard, as Lynch walked away. "He’d never done what? What did he do that made him fancy he might get a chance in this game?"