At the line of Kentfield came a man, hurling himself toward a hole that had been partly opened between Paul Drew and George Hall. Into the opening the man went, but no further, for he was neatly stopped. Only a yard was gained.
"That's the way to do it!" cried Dick in delight. "Hold 'em, boys! Hold 'em!"
Once more Dunkirk made a gallant try, this time around left end, but again the man with the ball was nailed, and thrown for a loss.
"They'll have to kick," cried Dick. "Watch out!"
The backs retreated, and it was well they did for Dunkirk had a powerful ball-booster in the shape of their full-back, and the leather went well into the territory of our friends.
Hal Foster caught it, and protected by excellent interference he rushed it well back before he was downed.
"Now to see what we can do!" exclaimed Dick, as he knelt down back of Jim Watkins, to pass the ball. He signalled for Frank Rutley to take the ball through right tackle, and it was executed to perfection. In vain did the Dunkirk captain beg and plead with his men to hold. Dick's players pushed and shoved Frank through for a ten yard gain.
"That's going some!" panted the left tackle as he took his place again.
Dunkirk was saddened by the advance, thus easily made, though she was not discouraged. But when Ray Dutton went through the line for another substantial gain, and when, without the necessity for kicking in the next scrimmage, John Stiver got through between tackle and guard for eight yards, then there were anxious hearts.
"Walk up for a touchdown!" called several in the crowd of Kentfield supporters in the grand stand.