Piper, having stretched himself on the ground near Ben, had likewise fallen to watching Hayden and his accuser.
“My deduction is——” began Sleuth.
Two short, sharp blasts from the referee’s whistle told that the intermission was over and the time for the second half to begin had arrived.
CHAPTER XX.
ONE WHO WAS TRUE.
In less than two minutes after the resumption of play the spectators perceived that a great change had taken place in the home team, for the Clearporters had returned to the field firmly resolved to redeem themselves, and they went into the struggle with a snap and dash that temporarily swept the visitors off their feet. Tricked by a crisscross in the second scrimmage, Oakdale permitted Oakes to get round the right end, Spotty Davis being effectively and easily blocked by Stoker, while Crane let Butters through, and the left tackle of the locals flung himself before Hayden, preventing a tackle.
The few shrill cries which had risen from the northern side of the field became a chorus of shouts, and those shouts swelled into a roar as Oakes got past Eliot and raced onward, with a few pursuers straggling out behind in a fruitless effort to overtake him.
Winton, who had lighted a cigar, chewed savagely at the weed and smote his knee with his clenched fist.
“Just what I was afraid of!” he muttered.