By this time everybody was thoroughly worked up over the contest. All who had been seated were on their feet and cheering wildly for their favorites.
"Whatever you do, don't let them score again!" said Dave, to his players. "Keep the rubber away from our goal."
"We'll send it down to their goal," answered Shadow.
"So we will!" cried Ben.
"This is our game—we have got to have it," was Phil's response.
"It's win or bust," muttered Roger.
Once more the puck was placed in position. Rockville now played as they had never played before, and twice the disc came dangerously close to the Oak Hall goal. But each time Luke Watson drove it back. Then it came forward swiftly to the other end of the field. Here there was a battle-royal between Mallory and Roger. Dave came whizzing up, and managed to steal the rubber, and sent it to Ben. He got it within three yards of the goal, and then Shadow took hold, and landed it safely in the net.
"Hurrah! One more for Oak Hall!"
"That makes the score four to three!"
"Wake up, Rockville! Six minutes more to play!"