"On the jump!" came again from Shannock.
The line formed, the ball was passed, the ends swung round, followed by the opposing ends, and the full force of this movement was used to shoot Dick Merriwell forward seven yards.
"’Rah! ’rah! ’rah!" yelled the crowd. "Give ’em some more of that!"
Not a word was spoken, and the Fardale team knew it was to continue the play. Again it was tried, and again more than five yards were made.
Viewland was amazed, for Fardale seemed to weaken in the rush, yet somehow the ball was thrust forward for a good gain each time. It was rather bewildering, to say the least. Again the same trick was played, and the ball went to within a yard of Viewland’s twenty-yard line.
The visitors could not realize that they were playing against themselves.
Time was precious, and Fardale played swiftly, making no change. Another play had the ball over the fifteen-yard line. Another carried it within seven yards of the goal.
It seemed a new team Viewland was facing, and the wondering visitors could not understand it.
"Over this time—over!" cried Nunn.
And, with that same trick, the ball was jammed through Viewland’s center and over the line for a touch-down.