CHAPTER XXVII.
A HOT SECOND HALF.
“I haven’t found the opening, Tom,” said Fillmore, in a low tone, as he and Hackett rested during intermission. “It will come, though.”
“Shame they got that goal!”
“That’s right, it was a shame. Know how it happened?”
“Why, Merriwell just run right round the whole of you fellows.”
“I turned my ankle just as I was jumping to check him,” lied Fillmore. “If it hadn’t been for that he’d never got past me.”
“I thought it was remarkable you should let him dodge you that way.”
The Harvard and Yale students were singing in chorus when the players returned to the field. They sang:
“For Merry’s a jolly good fellow,