THE GREAT FOOTBALL GAME
At the best it is next to impossible to describe all the plays made in
a fast and snappy football game, and I shall not attempt to do so. From
the very outset Rockville Academy demonstrated the fact that they had
come to win or die trying, and they were alert to a degree that brought
forth admiration even from their enemies.
The toss-up was won by Rockville, and the center kicked off amid a
breathless silence. The leather sailed in Sam Day's direction and he
caught it and brought it back twelve yards. Ben Basswood was called
to kick and sent it off to the forty-five-yard line. It was caught,
but lost to Phil Lawrence, who managed to tear around the end for five
yards. Then followed a mix-up, and the ball went back and forth four
times, when it went out of bounds and brought a loss to Rockville of
two yards.
The whole crowd by this time was wild with excitement, and every
advance by one side or the other was hailed with cheers, the tooting of
horns, and the swinging of rattles.
"Phew! but this is hard work, sure enough," whispered Phil to Roger.
"They are pushing things for all they are worth."
"I believe they think they can wind us," answered the senator's son.
The ball was put into play a few seconds later. "Twelve, twenty-six,
fifty!" was the signal, and it passed rapidly from one Rockville player
to another. Then came a sensational run of twenty yards, the tackle
with the ball rushing Oak Hall's left end. But the fullback was after
him and brought him down just as it looked as if Rockville might score
a touchdown.
"Say, look at that run!"
"I thought he was going to make it, sure!"
"So did I!"
"They'll get it anyway, see if they don't!"
So the cries ran on as the two elevens lined up for the next scrimmage.
The first half was now eighteen minutes old, and exactly two minutes
later, despite the best efforts of Oak Hall, the leather was forced
over the line by the military academy boys.
"Hurrah! A touchdown for Rockville!"
"That's the way to do it!"
And then the crowd cheered harder than ever--that is, those who
sympathized with the military academy. Oak Hall and its supporters sat
silent, and a few shook their heads and sighed.
"Didn't I tell you?" whispered Nick Jasniff, to Plum and Poole.
"There's the first dose. That money is as good as won!"
"It suits me right enough," answered the bully of Oak Hall. He did
not add that he was very low on cash and that his father had written,
stating that he could not supply Gus with any more spending money for a
long time to come.
As soon as the touchdown was made the leather was hurried to the field
for a kick. It sailed directly between the goal posts, and at this
another yell went up.
"Six points for Rockville! That's the way to do it!"
"Now then for another, fellows! Show 'em that is only a starter!"
With eight more minutes of the first half left the ball was put into
play and once more it was sent back and forth. Once Roger made a clever
run of fifteen yards and at another time, when a Rockville player made
a fumble, Phil snatched the ball, sent it to Ben, who turned it over to
Henshaw. With the leather in his arm Henshaw made a brave attempt for a
touchdown, but was stopped on the thirty-yard line. His run, however,
was loudly applauded, and for the time being it gave Jasniff, Plum, and
Poole a chill.
"Phew!" muttered Plum. "I thought he was going straight over!"
"He's the best player they've got," whispered Jasniff. "I can't
understand why that drug doesn't work."
But the drug was working, and it was that which prevented Henshaw from
making the touchdown after covering twenty yards. He was growing more
dizzy each moment.
"I must be getting the blind staggers," he said to Roger. "Everything
seems to be swimming in front of my eyes."
"Maybe you ran too hard," suggested the senator's son.
"No, I've been feeling that way for the past five minutes. I don't know
what's the matter with me."
"Do you want to quit?"
"Oh, I'll try to play the half out," answered Henshaw.
With the ball on the thirty-yard line, Oak Hall fought as never before
to carry the leather on. It did go down to the twenty-yard line, but
only to be lost on a fumble, after which a succession of brilliant
rushes and end runs by Rockville brought it within striking distance of
Oak Hall's goal line, when a drop kick sent it once more between the
posts.
"Will you look at that!"
"A goal from the field! That gives Rockville 10 points!"
The cheering and the general din were tremendous. Oak Hall had nothing
to say. Plum and his cronies chuckled to themselves.
"Rockville is rubbing it in, eh?" chuckled Nick Jasniff. "I hope they
make it about 50 to 0!"
"So do I," answered Nat Poole.
Once more the ball went into play, and this time Oak Hall sent it into
the Rockville territory in a grim, stone-wall way that could not be
resisted. But when it lacked still ten yards of the goal line, the
whistle blew, telling that time was up and the first half of the game
had come to an end.
"Hard luck to-day," said Phil, grimly. "They are certainly putting up a
great game."
"They have more weight than we have," answered Shadow. "And I must say,
their tackling is first-class."
"I think it is rough," said Buster Beggs. "I got a kick in the shin
that wasn't pleasant."
"That Hausermann is rather rough," said Phil. "I'd hate to have him
come down on me."
"Yes, and he plays off-side," said Roger. "I had to warn him twice, and
the referee warned him too."
Poor Henshaw was now so dizzy he could scarcely stand and two of the
other players had to escort him off the field. Andrew Dale questioned
the youth closely.
"You didn't eat or drink anything unusual?"
"Not that I know of, sir."
"Did you ever feel that way before when playing?"
"No, sir, it never affected me in the least."
"It is odd. I will call Dr. Blarcom, who is present."
The doctor came up and made a close examination. He was much puzzled.
He also asked Henshaw about his eating and drinking. Then, when the lad
complained of feeling sick at the stomach, he gave him an emetic.
"He has certainly swallowed something that hasn't agreed with him,"
said the physician, and took Henshaw to the Mongrace mansion, where he
might give the sick student every attention.
With Henshaw, Babcock, and Dave out of the game, Roger hardly knew
what to do for players. The lad who had taken Dave's place was only an
ordinary player, and to put another ordinary player in place of Henshaw
would be to weaken the eleven greatly.
"It certainly looks like a walk-over for Rockville," said the senator's
son. "I can't understand what is keeping Dave and Paul away."
But four minutes of the intermission had passed when there came a
sudden shout from outside of the grand-stand dressing rooms. Then with
a whirr a big red automobile dashed up and two dusty-looking youths
leaped out.
"Dave and Paul!" ejaculated Phil, joyously. "Where in the world have
you been?"
"Is the game over?" asked Dave, anxiously.
"The first half is."
"What's the score?" questioned Babcock, quickly.
"10 to 0 against us."
"Is that so!"
"But where have you been?" demanded Roger, and added, almost in the
same breath: "Can you play?"
"Certainly we can play--that is what we are here for," returned Dave.
"Will somebody lend me a football suit?"
"We have your suits here," said Shadow, and brought them forth. "Climb
right in."
Dave and Babcock did "climb in," and while doing so briefly related
their adventures.
"When the old wagon went to smash we thought we were surely out of the
game," said Dave. "But a few minutes later a man came along in that
automobile, and we stopped him and got him to promise to bring us here.
We would have gotten here in time for the first half only something got
the matter with the auto's batteries."
"Dave, some enemies played that trick," said Phil.
"No doubt of it."
"They wanted us to lose the game."
"Of course," said Babcock.
"Do you suspect any of the Rockville fellows?"
"Not yet. I am going to investigate after this game is over."
"And I am going to investigate, too," added Dave. "Why, we might have
been killed!"
The youth who had taken Dave's place on the eleven was perfectly
willing to retire, feeling that Oak Hall was going to lose anyway.
Babcock took his old place.
"I am sorry for Spud," he said, referring to Henshaw. "It appears to me
that something is wrong all around."
With the appearance of Dave and Babcock the spirits of Roger, Phil, and
the others arose wonderfully.
"Now, boys, play for all you are worth," said the senator's son.
"Make every scrimmage count, and if you get hold of the ball run like
all-possessed. We must get something this half, or we'll never hear the
end of it."
"It will certainly make Gus Plum and his cronies crow," answered Dave,
grimly. "I suppose they are here?"
"Yes, in a corner of the stand," answered Buster Beggs.
"They were out on their wheels this morning," said Sam Day. "Did you
see anything of them?"
"They were out?" repeated Dave, in surprise. "Did they follow us?"
"They said they went to Oakdale."
Dave looked at Paul Babcock, who pursed up his lips meditatively.
"What do you think of that, Paul?"
"I think it will stand investigation," answered Babcock. "Somebody
played us the trick, and it certainly wasn't a friend."
"Last year Plum and Poole were against us."
At that moment came a call from the doorway of the dressing room.
"Time for the second half, boys. Come out on the field."
It had become noised around that Dave and Babcock had arrived. A number
believed this, but others did not.
"Do you think it is true?" demanded Plum of Jasniff.
"I don't see how it can be," whispered Jasniff in return. "They must
have been carried miles and miles on that freight train."
"Oh, it's only talk," grumbled Nat Poole.
The eleven were now pouring into the field. Among the first to show
themselves were Dave and Paul, and a roar of welcome went up from the
Oak Hall supporters.
"There are Porter and Babcock!"
"Now for some real playing!"
"Where in the world have they been?"
"They are here, sure enough!" whispered Gus Plum, hoarsely. "Nick, what
can it mean?"
"Don't ask me," growled Jasniff. "It beats anything I ever heard of!"
As soon as they came on the field Dave and Babcock reported to the
referee, as substitutes for the two players that had dropped out. Then
the whistle blew, and the second half of the great game was on.