Biff!
It flew toward Merriwell’s goal, but Browning, the goal-keeper, cleverly stopped it. Merriwell’s stick caught it up and it went sailing toward the opposite end of the ice. The forwards tried to get it as it whizzed past them. The cover-point and cover tried to stop it. But it did not get between the goal-posts, for Beckwith was there—Beckwith, who as a goal-keeper was a match for any goal-keeper in Yale, not excepting big Bruce Browning.
The puck skipped to the middle of the cleared space, and another fight took place for its possession.
Suddenly Morgan was declared off-side in a play, and the puck was taken back to the center of the rink, where it was faced again for a renewal of the game.
The off-side play had been unintentional on Morgan’s part, due to excitement; but his dark face flamed, nevertheless, for he had lost an advantage, and he fancied that Merriwell would believe he had been trying trickery. Then the game again raged.
Again Merriwell drove the puck toward Beckwith’s goal; but it was stopped by Ned Silver, who, in trying to send it back, made a quick play which merely skipped the puck off the cleared ice. There was a little delay while it was brought on; then the fight for a goal recommenced.
The puck came once more beneath Merriwell’s stick.
“Now, drive it!” yelled Bink, who, with Danny, had been hopping about through it all in the greatest excitement.
“Drive it!” squealed Danny.
Merriwell drove it straight as an arrow between the goal-posts of his opponents; and the score became three for the Merriwells, with two for Beckwith’s men.