Lynch seemed tempted to leap on Darrell, but little Ted Smart had been watching, and he quickly said:
"That’s right, respected sir—show your nobility of character by slugging him in the back of the head! It will be a very genteel thing to do."
"Bah!" snapped Lynch, turning away.
By this time the ball was again on the spot, and Fairport was ready to kick. Emerson was vicious, and he lifted the oval with a force that sent it clean to Fardale’s ten-yard line. Nunn took the ball on the run, and carried it back fifteen yards before he was tackled by Holden.
Then began the fiercest struggle of the game thus far, for Fairport went in for blood. Dick made an attempt to go round the left end of the enemy, but Burrows was bowled over by Gilson, and the end of the line did not hold the charge of the enemy.
Burrows was in bad shape when they lifted him up, but he would not retire. In the very next scrimmage, however, he went down and out, being[being] limp as a rag.
As Burrows was aided off the field, Frank Merriwell spoke to Hal Darrell.
"You’re wanted, Darrell," he said. "Captain Nunn is calling for you."
Hal started and flushed. He had not believed he would be given an opportunity in a real game, and he scarcely could believe it now. With his heart beating wildly, he started out upon the field.
Then he saw Doris Templeton rise on the seats, saw her wave her flag, and heard her cry: