"Say, look at that run!"
"I thought he was going to make it, sure!"
"So did I!"
"They'll get it anyway, see if they don't!"
So the cries ran on as the two elevens lined up for the next scrimmage. The first half was now eighteen minutes old, and exactly two minutes later, despite the best efforts of Oak Hall, the leather was forced over the line by the military academy boys.
"Hurrah! A touchdown for Rockville!"
"That's the way to do it!"
And then the crowd cheered harder than ever—that is, those who sympathized with the military academy. Oak Hall and its supporters sat silent, and a few shook their heads and sighed.
"Didn't I tell you?" whispered Nick Jasniff, to Plum and Poole. "There's the first dose. That money is as good as won!"