"Rockville can't win now!"
With saddened faces Rockville lined up once more, and again the disc was put in action. The fight was hot, and the puck moved rapidly in the center of the field. Then the whistle blew, and the wonderful contest came to an end.
Final score: Oak Hall 5, Rockville 3.
It was assuredly a well-earned victory, and Dave and his team were warmly praised by all their followers. Even Doctor Clay came up to shake each player by the hand.
"I am proud of you," he said. "This will be quite a feather in the Oak Hall cap."
"Can we celebrate to-night, Doctor?" asked Roger, quickly.
"You can—up to twelve o'clock. But please don't wreck the school building," and the master of Oak Hall smiled indulgently.
"Oh, it was just too lovely for anything!" cried Vera.
"The best ever!" added Mary.
"I got a number of good snap-shots of the game," said Polly Vane, who was quite an amateur photographer. "I'll have the pictures developed and printed, and give each of you copies to take home."