"Now hold 'em!" cautioned Dave, as the puck was brought forth once more. "Hold 'em, I tell you!"
"We'll do more!" answered Roger, grimly. "That is, if we get the chance."
"Of course—but don't run any risks."
Back and forth flew the rubber disc. Rockville was wild to tie the score. This made one of the players take a "long chance." Roger saw it, and in a twinkling he rushed forward and upset the fellow's calculations, and sent the puck again into the Rockville territory. Then came a rush of players, and back and forth swung the human mass. Then of a sudden the rubber disc flew up into the air, to land almost at Sam Day's feet.
It was Sam's chance, and like a flash he improved it. Down the icy field went the rubber with Sam behind it.
"Stop him!"
"Send it back!"
Dave was behind Sam, and now he swept ahead. Then came a mix-up with Mallory. But Dave got the puck and sent it straight for the net.
"Another goal for Oak Hall!"
"Two minutes more to play!"