Just then, the whistle blew, and the quarter ended, with the score three to none, in favor of Rally Hall.
“Some class to that kick, Fred!” cried Melvin, while the rest of the team gathered around and patted him on the shoulders. “I never saw a cleaner goal from field.”
“All we’ve got to do now is to hold them down, and the game is ours,” exulted Ned Wayland.
But “holding them down” was no easy task. The lead they had gained put their opponents on their mettle, and they fairly ran amuck in the second quarter. By successive rushes, they worked the ball down the field. At the ten-yard line, the Rally Hall boys braced, and the enemy lost the ball on downs. A fake forward pass, splendidly engineered by Billy and Fred, would have saved the day, but Ned, who received it, slipped, just as he turned to run. The ball dropped from his hands, and Burns, of the Lake Forests, grabbed it on the bound and went over the line for a touchdown.
“Five points for Lake Forest!” yelled one of their rooters.
“Six points, you mean,” shouted his neighbor. “Wake up.”
“Why, I thought a touchdown counted five,” was the answer.
“It used to, but under the new rules it counts for six.”
“So much the better! We need every point we can get,” the other chuckled. “See, there’s another one to the good,” as Burns kicked the goal.
“Hurrah! That’s the way to do it!”