"We'll beat 'em yet. Watch that right centre and Pamela Price on the left guard; they're both dandy shots, and they both want a chance to show off. Mark my words, we'll get some fine shots the last half. Their weak point is team-work, and I'm glad to say we're playing together—watch your passing—we're bound to win!"
Judith and Nancy went back to their posts in a state of great excitement. There was an infectious courage and cheeriness about Patricia's words. Certainly Queen's had five points to their favour, but just as certainly York Hill would win!
Up went the ball again and up went the spider-like centre's long arms, and away went the coveted ball in the wrong direction. Judith's heart sank—this half was going to be just like the other—how terrible!
Thirteen-eight—Fourteen-eight.
The whistle blew. Judith couldn't see what had happened, but evidently there had been a foul, for Catherine had a free throw.
York Hill let themselves go for a minute. Good for Cathy! Seconds were precious now and the play was swift.
This time Patricia took the ball.
York Hill held its breath.
Fourteen-ten.