a third goal on the side of Frank's team. Cheers resounded from all sides. Those who favored the outcast seven scowled, or laughed as the humor seized them.
"Didn't expect anything else," remarked one fellow near Frank, as the sides rested before starting on the second half; "they done pretty good as it was. Wait and see what Lef does to 'em this time. He's got somethin' up his sleeve, you bet!"
"Course he has. Lef he's a cute one, all right," answered another of the same stripe, with a leer at Frank.
That was a nice prospect, when even the crowd expected some gross exhibition of foul play on the part of the opposing team.
"The chances are three to one the game will be called," said Frank, as he took the field with his men, the ten minute intermission having ended.
"They look ugly enough to eat us alive," remarked Ralph West, as he stopped at his position in front of the Columbia goal which he had defended so valiantly that the enemy tried in vain to enter.
This time Frank faced Lef when the puck was laid upon the ice. Eye looked into eye. That of Lef wavered a trifle, despite his bullying ways. He knew that he had done many things in the past to injure Frank Allen, and the dauntless front of the
