"It can’t be done from this angle," said Steve.
"It’s our only chance," declared Dick. "If you won’t let me try it, for Heaven’s sake let somebody else!"
Steve gave in.
"Get ready," he said.
Rivermouth divined at once what Fardale meant to do, and she laughed aloud.
"Not once in a hundred times!" she said.
Two lines of tired, dirty, dogged fellows crouched with their noses together. Then the ball was snapped and passed to Dick.
Just long enough the line held the rushers. The boy again was cool as possible, and again he kicked barely in time to get the ball off before he was slammed down.
"It’s a miss!" yelled many.
But Dick had taken the wind into account, and the breeze caught the huge yellow egg, veered it surely and swiftly, so that the ball passed over the bar.