puck past the guard of Kline, and landed it safely in the net.
"Face the puck again!" sang out the umpire; so it was accordingly brought once more to the centre of the field, with two of the players holding the base of their stout sticks against it, ready to let go at the word.
This time Frank allowed Lanky to stand up with Lef. He believed his chum would be able to out-point the cleverness Lef had frequently shown in getting possession of the puck in the start.
With the resumption of play there was a scramble for the rubber disc. Lanky and Lef fought tooth and nail with their sticks to scratch it out of its position between them; while the other players hovered near, ready to seize upon it like a flash, and bear it along toward goal.
Lef was terribly in earnest. His eyes looked furiously at those of his opponent, and under his breath he was undoubtedly muttering words that partook of the nature of threats. But Lanky had accomplished his part, for it allowed Shadduck to suddenly strike in, and with a blow send the puck out of its prison, and a dozen feet along the ice.
Lef immediately began to shower the Columbia point with abuse for interference, and appealed wildly to the referee, who laughingly held up his
