The Pornellites came out first and tumbled over the
leather in lively fashion. The Putnamites soon followed.
They may be all right, but they haven't the weight," said one of
the rivals. And this appeared true, for each Pornellite, man for
man, was at least five pounds heavier than his opponent. But
weight does not always count for everything, even in a football
match.
"Time for practice is up!" came presently, and the two teams drew
away from the gridiron. Then there was a toss-up for goals, and
Pornell won and took the east end, that which was most favored by
the slight breeze that was blowing.
And then the great game began.
CHAPTER XVI
THE GREAT FOOTBALL GAME
The halves were to be of twenty minutes each, so no time was lost
in putting the leather into the field. It was Putnam's kick-off,
and on the instant the ball went sailing into the air, to land
well into Pornell's territory. Then came a grand rush, and before
the words can be put down twenty-two lads were at it nip-and-tuck
to get possession of the sphere.
"It's Pornell's ball!"
"Say, but ain't this going to be a snappy game!"
"Our fellows have the ball!"
"There she goes up five yards into Putnam ground!"
"Carry that ball back!" yelled Dick excitedly.
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