"We are too slow," answered Dave. "We simply must put more ginger in our playing."
"Yes, and we've got to take more chances," added Sam. "Might as well do it—we can't lose anything," he added, bitterly.
When the call sounded to start the second half of the game, the Oak Hall seven came forward with a do-or-die look on their set faces. Rockville, on the other hand, wore a happy smile, as if the victory was already a sure thing.
For a minute the playing was uncertain. Then came a surprise, for Oak Hall "broke loose," to use Messmer's way of expressing it. The puck was fairly stolen from Mallory himself by Dave, and sent forward, and to the right and the left, in a manner that was bewildering.
"Send it back, Rockville!"
"Don't let them score!"
"Back with it! Back!"
"Go it, Oak Hall! Whack it, Hamilton!"
"Now for the goal, Morr!"
"There she goes!"