Again it was a thrilling race, and again it seemed that Merriwell would not be able to prevent the full-back of the enemy from making a touch-down. Emerson, in spite of his size, was a swift runner. However, Dick was swifter, and he summoned every bit of energy at his command. Over the chalk-marks sped pursued and pursuer. Dick gained, drew near, hurled himself forward.
Down came Emerson full fifteen yards from Fardale’s line. This time Dick had been successful in spoiling Emerson’s run for a touch-down.
But Fairport was full of confidence, and lined up in a hurry to rush the ball along. Now Fardale took a brace and held like a granite wall. After two trials without a gain, Emerson fell back.
"A try for a field-goal!" exclaimed the witnesses.
The next moment the ball was snapped and passed to Emerson, who dropped it and kicked.
"It’s over!"
Over it was, and Fairport had added five points more to her score.
Then the visitors were given a chance to cheer lustily.
From the time of the next kick-off the witnesses saw such whirlwind football as never before had they witnessed at Fardale. It was rough work, for Fardale fought furiously, her plunging being sharp and heavy.
For Fairport three substitutes were put in, Vance retiring for Mullen, Powers for Dyer, and Taylor[Taylor], with a twisted knee, giving place to Cobb.