"Only five more minutes, remember.
Who is to kick?"
It was a player named Larcom. But Larcom was not equal to it, for
the wind was rising and blowing in several directions at once.
"No goal! The game is a tie!"
"Put the ball out again!"
"Only four minutes to play!"
Again the football went forth, and again the crowd pounced upon
it. The Pornellites were now desperate and massed themselves as
never before. They pushed forward ten yards - fifteen - twenty --
almost thirty. It looked as if they would score another
touchdown, if not kick a goal. But now Sam Rover sent a certain
sign to his players. It was taking a risk, but it was worth
trying.
The ball came over to the right of the field and spun like
lightning to the left. Fred caught it up, ran ten yards, and
passed it to Larry Colby, who turned it over to Tom. Away it
went to Sam, and then to Frank. The Pornellites were bewildered.
Where was the ball?"
"Putnam has it!"
"There she goes! Hurrah for Frank Harrington. Another
touchdown!"
It was true. Putnam Hall had scored another touchdown. A
tremendous yelling and cheering broke out, in the midst of which
the gong sounded.
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