CHAPTER IX
THE END OF THE GAME
"A touchdown for the Morr team!"
"That's the way to do it!"
"Now make it a goal!"
The leather had been carried over the line after hard work. Without delay it was placed in position for the kick and went sailing directly between the two posts.
"That's the talk!"
"Now go and make another!"
There were still eighteen minutes in which to play. The goal made Roger, Dave, and the others enthusiastic, and they "sailed in" as never before. On the other hand, the loss of Babcock, Henshaw, and Jasniff cast a gloom over Gus Plum's eleven and the bully could do little to rally them.