“That’s right!” Bink piped. “If you’ll just obey the orders of your uncle, you’ll always do the right thing!”
When the play was resumed Beckwith’s team began again their tactics of rushing the puck headlong, and with volcanic energy, toward Merriwell’s goal. They came near making a goal in less than a minute, too; for Dashleigh, who had been doing excellent work, slipped in, making a quick turn to drive, and, falling headlong on the ice, left the puck uncovered for a moment. Defarge skated in with lightning speed, and, taking the puck, drove and dribbled it toward Merriwell’s goal.
He tried to send it through between the goal-posts, but Starbright blocked it, and sent it flying back.
“Hooray!” yelled Bink, for he thought Starbright had made a goal.
But Beckwith had stopped the play; and Morgan now drove the puck between the Merriwell flags, and the score was tied.
The whistle of the timekeeper sounded. The first half of the game had come to an end.
CHAPTER XXII
HOT WORK.
Bink and Danny locked arms at the conclusion of the first half of the game and walked up and down like crowing bantam roosters, bellowing college songs, in which the name of Merriwell figured largely.
“What are you bawling about?” Defarge demanded. “Your favorites haven’t won the game. You’ve heard of the fools who ‘hollered’ before they were out of the woods?”