again, some players meanwhile rushing to the left as a blind. The movements were made with rapidity, and Rockville was caught napping. Up came the pigskin in Plum's arms, and he turned it over to another player, who in turn passed it to Dave. Then Dave saw a clear space and dove for it. He was followed and tackled, but shook himself loose, and dropped on the ball directly over the goal line.
A roar went up.
"Another touchdown for Oak Hall!"
"Now for another goal!"
Amid a wild cheering the try for goal was made. But a keen wind had sprung up, and the goal was missed by a few inches.
"Never mind, that makes the score eleven to six in Oak Hall's favor."
Once again the ball was brought into play. There were but seven minutes of time left, and Rockville played like demons, hurling themselves again and again at their opponents. But Dave felt that enough had been accomplished, and gave the signal to be on the defensive, and thus Rockville was held back, and the most it could do was to get the ball on Oak Hall's thirty-five yard line. And then the fateful whistle sounded, and the great game came to a close.
Final score: Oak Hall 11, Rockville Academy 6.
It was a well-earned victory, and the Oak Hall
