Over the line went Darrell for a touch-down. This was the stuff to thrill every watcher! Somehow Dick seemed to close behind Darrell, for all that he had been hurled to the ground, and he was laughing.
“Great!” he said again. “Now we’re in the game good and hard!”
“You blocked Hickman handsomely,” said Hal, relaxing a little. “I thought he had me. Where did you come from?”
“Oh, it was a lucky stab for me, that’s all,” said Dick, modestly declining to take credit for special cleverness.
The ball was brought out. Darrell was willing to let Dick or Singleton try the kick, but Dick declined to take the privilege away from him. So Dick held the ball, and Darrell lifted it over the bar, which tied the game.
“They can’t beat us now!” declared Dick.
Hickman was growling like a dog with a sore ear.
“Talk about rotten luck!” he said. “That was it. Why, we had them skinned to death!”
He kicked off and Singleton returned the ball with a handsome drive. There was some volleying of this sort, and then Fardale attempted a run, but the runner was pulled down promptly, and the teams lined up for the concluding struggles of the game.
Fardale fought earnestly, but the visitors were desperate, and but four yards could be made on three downs. Singleton kicked, and the ball went out of bounds, where Gray fell upon it. It was brought in for a scrimmage, and Franklin came back at the cadets. Fardale’s line seemed made of stone, and Franklin was compelled to kick.