The goal was kicked and the score stood twelve to nothing against our friends. Dutton was revived, but was unable to resume play, and a substitute went in. There were only a few moments of the game left.
Desperately Dick called on his men for those last few minutes, and they did play to fierce advantage. There was some kicking, and when the Kentfields had the ball they rushed it down the field so fast that they were soon within striking distance of their opponents' goal.
Then fate, in the shape of the time whistle blew, and the contest was ended. Blue Hill had won.
CHAPTER XXIII
SORE HEARTS
"Dick, I'm so sorry."
It was Paul Drew who spoke, and he limped around the room where his chum sat staring gloomily out of the window into a mist of rain. The weather was in keeping with the hearts of the cadets of Kentfield academy.
"It was tough, wasn't it, Dick?"
"It was—very. I suppose I counted too much on winning that game. Others didn't seem so much to matter. But Blue Hill——"