a Rockville player. It was Oak Hall's opportunity. Phil seized the ball, and like a flash made a dash of fifteen yards with it. Then came a pause, when it was passed back to Roger, who was off like the wind with it.
"Look at that run!"
"Go it, Morr, go it!"
"A touchdown! A touchdown!"
The cry was true, Roger had crossed the line, just as the left tackle of the Military Academy was doing his best to down him. How the Oak Hall lads did cheer!
"Now for a goal! Don't miss that kick."
But to kick a goal just then was not so easy. A sudden stiff breeze was blowing, and this sent the ball just to the outside of the left goal post.
"No goal to-day!" shouted a follower of the Rockville team.
"Never mind, that gives us five points anyway," answered one of the students from Oak Hall.
The score was now Rockville Academy 8, Oak Hall 5, and there remained but twelve minutes for playing. As the ball came out once more one of the substitutes came to Roger.
"Roger, I can't play any more," he said. "I've got cramps in my left side."
"Then call Dave Porter," was Roger's quick reply, and as soon as possible Dave discarded the
