“I don’t know. The play was pretty even.”
“Why, Broadwood didn’t make a single first down on rushing!” Gerald scoffed. “And we made at least four.”
“Just the same Broadwood will come back hard in the next half. I wish we had managed to score.”
“So do I, but I’ll bet you we’ll just make rings around them in the next half. Isn’t Alf playing a dandy game?”
“Great! I never saw him run the team as smoothly, and he’s keeping old Broadwood guessing all the time with the plays he’s using. Broadwood is sticking to old-fashioned football pretty well; more than she did last year; and if she loses it will be only because the two lines are too nearly even for her to win on line bucking. And Dan’s doing great work too. He missed only one punt, and that was a tough one to handle. His backfield work is fine. And I don’t think the Broadwood backs got around his end more than once, either.”
“It doesn’t seem to me that Mills is showing up much,” said Gerald.
“Well, it’s hard to tell. Sommers got by him twice that I know of and Tom didn’t have much trouble with the center of their line. But it’s hard to judge of a linesman’s work unless you’re right on the field there.”
“I suppose it is. Hello, dad! Isn’t it great?”
“Fine,” responded Mr. Pennimore, puffing complacently on his cigar. “Looks as though we’d win, doesn’t it, son?”