Lynch, seeing all this, put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing aloud.
"Keep it up!" he whispered. "Don’t make a foolish fumble now! Stick to it!"
This was exactly what the visitors did, for the next plunge took the ball almost to Fardale’s twenty-yard line.
Captain Nunn urged his men to brace up and stop these steady gains, but all his urging could not prevent another gain through the right wing that lay the ball fairly on the line fifteen yards from the goal.
Douglass had fought grimly, and now he reeled when he was lifted to his feet, after the mix-up on the down. Immediately Toby Kane was called out to take Douglass’ place, while Stanton gave way to Hovey.
"Bet five dollars Viewland scores!" cried one of the visiting spectators, and no one made a move to take him, for, as a last resort, the visitors might kick a goal from the field, the position in front of the posts being favorable.
The mass-plays on Fardale’s right wing were abandoned for the moment, while Warne was again given the ball for an end-run, and he took it to within eight yards of Fardale’s line.
"They can’t be stopped!" roared the man who had offered to bet.
Doris Templeton was in distress.
"Oh, why don’t they stop them?" she exclaimed, trembling with excitement and fear.