Everybody was talking or cheering and the din was terrific. In the midst of the excitement the Pornell students made one spare and a seven, two eights and a nine. Putnam Hall came to the front with two strikes and two spares. Then the extra balls were speedily bowled.
Score of third game, Putnam Hall 1042, Pornell Academy 982.
“Hurrah! Putnam Hall wins the match!”
“Wasn’t that last frame great!”
Then a wild cheering ensued, in the midst of which the cadets from the Hall surrounded the victors and shook hands over and over again. It was certainly a moment of great triumph.
“I’m proud of you, boys,” said George Strong. “You did very well indeed.”
“Silence!” came suddenly from Roy Bock, as he climbed up on a bench.
“What’s the matter?” asked several, pausing in the midst of the general excitement.
“I claim a foul. Putnam Hall did not win that last game fairly.”
“What do you mean, Bock?” demanded Dale, indignantly.