There was another roar of joy from the Fardale seats, and the red and black was wildly waved in the breeze.
"Do it again!" whooped the same loud voice. "It’s just as easy!"
But Viewland had discovered that the center of Fardale’s line was not as easy as had been anticipated.
"Will they kick?" asked many.
But Viewland was not yet satisfied that the required gain could not be made, and the ball went to Jordan for an end-run. Moulton and Warne ran across with Jordan, as interferers, while the Viewland line held Fardale. Round the left end of the cadets the swiftest half-back of the visiting team tried to circle.
Down on him came a flying tackler, and the excited witnesses yelled:
"Merriwell!"
Moulton tried to stop Dick, but Don Kent had escaped Warwick, and he went into Moulton like a battering-ram, spoiling the interference of the visiting quarter-back. Warne was running too fast to turn in time when he made the discovery that Merriwell was on hand, and Dick shot past him and had Jordan by the leg in a moment.
Down came the runner, who had dodged back in a poor attempt to avoid Dick, and Viewland was stopped with a loss of at least four yards.
Then there was another cheer from Fardale—a cheer of exceeding great joy. The game was opening well for the home team, and Fardale showed she was not in the least awed by the apparent heaviness of the enemy.