He was given a chance, and made good, bursting through the line of Dunkirk players, shaking off a fierce tackle by the full-back, and making a score after a forty yard run amid frantic cheers.
After that the Kentfield lads took it a little easier, for which their opponents were duly grateful. Teddy Naylor kicked a beautiful field goal, and then time was called, with the score fifty to nothing in favor of "Dick Hamilton's team," as his chums insisted on calling it.
"Oh, but I feel good!" cried our hero as he ran to the dressing rooms.
"You look like a peach," said Paul. "One eye is half closed and your nose looks as if some one had hammered brass work on it."
"They did, I guess. But you're no picture either. Look at your left ear."
"Wish I could. But never mind. We beat 'em!"
CHAPTER XVI
A DARING PLAN
"Well, what do you boys think of yourselves?" asked Coach Martin the day after the game with Dunkirk, when the football eleven and its supporters had gathered in the gymnasium preparatory to going out to practice.