“Off the ice—you and you!” barked the referee, and slapped two Parker players on the back—Left Wing Lee Burrell and Captain Walt Lowery!
“It’s three against six now!” gasped a spectator. “What’s the matter with Parker? I’ve never seen so much fouling!”
A scowling Hoyt Dale moved over to make room for his two team-mates in the penalty box.
“This is not so good,” were Captain Lowery’s first words.
“The ref’s got it in for us because I kicked when he put me out,” Hoyt rejoined.
“You’re wrong!” returned Walt, remorsefully. “He’s just gotten wise to us, that’s all! We put up a game like this and then have to lose it on...!”
“... fouls!” finished Lee, feelingly. “Swell advice you gave us, Hoyt!... We ought to have known better!”
“We’re not licked yet,” retorted Parker’s left defense, hopefully, and made a megaphone of his hands. “Stay with ’em, Rudie—big boy—careful in there—don’t let ’em put you in the penalty box!”
Rudie, who had been conferring with his two remaining team-mates, right wing Ed Compton and goalie Bud Gray, looked toward the three deposed players in astonishment.
“What did he say?” he asked of Ed.