"It's a heap more like hard work, though," replied Harry. "Not that I ever played it much."
"Did you ever play at all?" asked Roy.
"Once or twice at grammar school. It was too fatiguing, though."
"I'll bet it was," chuckled Roy. "I'd like to see you playing, old thing."
"I did, though; played right half-back. A fellow stuck his elbow into my face and I knocked him flat. Captain said it was part of the game, you know, and I shouldn't have done it. I said that any fellow who bumped my nose would have to look for trouble. Then the umpire put me off and the game lost a real star."
"Here we go," said Steve. "Now let's see if they can carry it over."
They didn't, however, just then. Canterbury held finely in the shadow of her goal and Marvin's forward pass to Captain Miller went out at the twelve-yards. But Canterbury was forced to punt a moment later, and Brimfield took up the march again. On the adversary's thirty-yard line, with six to go on the third down, Norton, full-back, attempted an impossible drop-kick—he was standing over forty yards from the cross-bar—and made it good.
"What did I tell you?" demanded Roy, digging Steve with his elbow.
"That's only three points, though," answered Steve doubtfully. "We couldn't make a touchdown."
"It isn't over yet," said Roy confidently. "We're getting better all the time."