"Hurrah! Score one for Oak Hall!"
"Now then, you've struck your gait, fellows! Keep up the good work!"
It was true. Oak Hall had scored on a beautiful strike by Roger, aided by Shadow. But Dave had started the thing by getting the rubber away from Mallory, much to that star player's chagrin.
The goal warmed the hearts of the Oak Hall seven wonderfully, and when the puck was again placed in position, they went for it like hungry cats after a mouse. The exchange of blows was rapid, and the disc was stolen and recovered half a dozen times in as many seconds. Then came a long drive by Ben, and another by Dave, and then a Rockville player sent it out of bounds. Bringing it back gave the lads time to recover their breath, and again they went at it with a determination that was terrific.
"Oh, somebody will be killed!" cried Vera, as several came together with a crash.
"What a rough game!" murmured Mary. "But look, Dave Porter has the rubber!"
"Yes, and he is carrying it to the Rockville goal!"
"Oh, look at the others after him!"
Dave had the puck, and with almost a clear field ahead of him he was "worrying" it along, while the whole of the Rockville team was following on his heels. He waited until they were almost on him, then made a half turn, raised his stick, and let drive with all his power.
"Say, look at that!"