“Oh, Merry forever,
Hurrah, boys! hurrah!
Oh, Merry forever,
The king without a flaw!
We’ll sing his praises true, boys,
For the honor of the Blue!
For Merriwell, the glory of Old Eli!”
The teams again went on the cleared space, the puck was faced, and the referee sharply called “Play!”
Again, as in the beginning, Morgan secured the first scoop of the puck. He sent it toward Merriwell’s goal-posts and the Beckwith team again tried to rush it on.
Browning was in place, blocked it with his feet, and skipped it off to one side. But it was in position for another drive at Merriwell’s goal in a surprisingly short time. Starbright tried to get it, but Packard drove it past him, making a perilous lunge that came near pitching him on the ice. But Hodge’s stick caught the puck, cracked heavily against it, and the two teams rushing after it, the fight for its possession raged at the other end of the surface.