Intense was the feeling between the two teams, and instinctively the boys who had been playing lined up with their respective captains. But before the argument became more bitter, Harry opened his eyes, gazed about him in a dazed manner, and then sat up.
“Got a bit of a knock, didn’t I?” he smiled. “I say, did I score a goal?”
At the question, all the boys turned to look toward the net of Socker’s team, having forgotten in their excitement to notice where the puck had gone.
“Jove, but you did!” cried Paul. “Good boy, Harry!”
Instantly the other members of the team with which Harry was playing took up the cry and Elmer and his companions skated away to hide their chagrin.
“Here comes Longback; we can put him in, and you can get out of the game!” exclaimed Paul, helping Harry to his feet.
“Not much—that is, if you are willing I should keep on playing,” returned Harry. “I’m all right now; and I should like to show those other fellows that I’m not a pillow!”
“But can you stand the handling?” asked Jerry, anxiously.
“Leave it to me—I’m no rag-doll,” retorted Harry. “If they are up to any tricks, I know a thing or two!”
The gameness of the new student appealed to all the members of the team on which he was playing, and without further comment they lined up for the next play.