"We'll be on the lookout," answered Dave, and he immediately let the others know what Poole and Bolton had in mind to do.
Amid a cheering for both sides, the puck was brought out and placed on the ice, directly in the center of the field, and between the sticks of two of the players. Then the whistle blew, and the contest commenced.
Back and forth over the smooth ice flew the rubber disc, first towards one goal and then towards the other. Dave got it and carried it far down the field, and then turned it over to Plum. Gus lost it to Poole, who knocked it over to a player named Foss. It came dangerously close to Dave's goal, but was sent spinning forward again by Sam, and then followed a turning and twisting back and forth, in the midst of which Nat Poole went flat on his back, and Phil went sprawling over him.
"Foul! foul!" yelled Nat, as he scrambled up. "You did that on purpose!"
"I did not!" answered Phil, with flashing eyes. "I guess you fell on purpose!"
"There was no foul!" decided Mr. Dodsworth. "It was simply an accident all around." And then the play was resumed.
At the end of eight minutes of play Dave's team rushed the puck forward once more. Nat's team tried its best to send the disc back, but lost it by
