THE LIVELY GAME WITH KEYPORT'S SEVEN
Many a fellow in Scranton felt blue early on Saturday morning, when,
jumping from his warm bed, and hastening over to a window, he looked
out to discover a few flakes of snow lazily drifting earthwards.
The gloomy sky seemed to be in fit condition for a heavy snowfall,
that would put the hockey game with Keyport entirely out of the
question.
By the time breakfast was ready, however, these fugitive snowflakes
had ceased falling entirely, and, shortly afterwards, the bright sun
broke out, lifting the load from myriads of enthusiastic young hearts.
After all, it turned out a perfectly glorious winter's day, the air
being keen, but with little wind to mar the work of the contenders on
the icy rink.
Along about nine in the morning people began to gather at the park,
paying for seats in the grandstand. Everybody was as warmly clad as
possible, since it is no joke to sit for an hour or two, with the
thermometer registering half-way down to zero.
As before, one-half of the enclosed area was shut off from the
general public, in order to afford the | hockey players the benefit
of the new ice. Of course, it had been flooded on the preceding
night, after the last skater had left, and this caused a splendid
surface to congeal.
Boys and girls came flocking to the place. Many bore skates, but
there were others who only wished to witness the contest between the
two rival high-school teams, as scheduled for that morning. There
were hosts of other people present also; and already cars and
conveyances of every description were arriving from Keyport,
Allandale, Belleville, and such places, filled with eager
enthusiasts, who loved a good hockey game above all sports, and would
journey far afield in order to be present when one was to be played.
Shortly afterwards some of the Scranton players appeared on the
enclosed area. Their coming was greeted with all sorts of cries,
meant, for the most part, as encouragement, and expressing a firm
belief in their ability to win out.
"We're pinning our faith on you boys. Dugdale, remember!" cried one
fellow.
"Don't let them get too big a start on you, because they're terrible
fighters, once they get a lead!" came from another, who, having lived
in Keyport, was supposed to know the characteristics of the boys on
that team.
"And, Hobson, always remember that it's the longest pole that knocks
the persimmons!" whooped a third fellow student.
Thad and Hugh were sitting on a low bench, adjusting their skates
leisurely, and listening in an amused way to much of this friendly
badinage.
"The boys are certainly wanting to win this game, Hugh," chuckled
Thad. "Makes me think of some of the warm sessions we had last
summer in baseball contests with Allandale and Belleville. ["_The
Chums of Scranton High in the Three-Town League_."]
"It seems as if Scranton boys and girls have developed a voracious
appetite for every kind of out-door sport lately," Hugh went on to
say. "Did you hear what the committee in charge of the grounds here
intends to do next week?"
"Haven't heard a whisper so far, Hugh; so give me the news," pleaded
the other.
"Why, you know the fellows have been building bonfires here at
night-times when skating. It was all very fine, but there seemed to
be considerable worry about the new high fence taking fire and
burning during the night. So they've concluded to run wires across
from side to side, and string electric lights for use on dark nights,
but only when the skating is good."
Thad looked pleased.
"Why, that's a boss idea; who suggested it, Hugh?" he demanded.
"Oh! somebody just happened to think of it, and the committee agreed
it was a good scheme," returned Hugh; but something about his manner
told Thad the truth.
"Huh! I can give a pretty good guess who that smart chap is; but
don't bother trying to deny it, Hugh. The only bad thing about it in
my mind is that we'll miss those jolly fires. It's always been so
fine to skate up and stand before one, to get warm, and hear the
flames crackle, while the girl you're skating with sits on a log, or
something like that, to warm her feet."
"Oh! well, when you want the romantic side of night-skating, Thad,
you'll have to go out to Hobson's mill-pond, like you say you used to
do. There, with plenty of wood handy, you can have the biggest fire
you feel like making. Here, so close to town, we have to get our
light in a more modern way. Now, I reckon I'm ready for any sort of
a scrimmage that comes along."
A shout presently announced that the boys from Keyport had arrived in
a big car of the "rubber-neck" variety, with five seats across; and
used for sight-seeing purposes, or any excursion where a dozen or
twenty wished to go in a crowd.
A little later the fellows came on the ice in a body, with their
distinguishing jerseys. They appeared to be an exceedingly lively
bunch, and were soon spinning about, displaying a nimbleness that
excited apprehensions in many a loyal Scranton heart.
As boys need little introduction, the opposing players quickly
intermingled, and seemed on the best of terms. Captain Mossman and
Hugh paired off, to talk over matters connected with the game. They
were soon joined by Mr. Leonard, and several gentlemen, some from
Keyport, others hailing from Allandale and Belleville.
It was soon decided that the officials should be chosen as far as
possible from neutral territory. There were to be a referee, an
assistant referee, two goal umpires, as many timekeepers, and a pair
of penalty timekeepers.
Fortunately, Allandale and its sister town had quite a quota of
former college players and gentlemen who had been members of famous
hockey clubs in Canada and elsewhere when younger. They had kept in
touch with the progress of events, so that they were eminently
qualified to act in the various capacities to which they were now
assigned by Mr. Leonard and the coach of the Keyport Seven.
Hugh kept looking around from time to time. He wished to be posted
as to what other promising players connected with Scranton High were
on the ice, so that in case of necessity he could call on one of them
to take the place of an injured Scranton boy.
And when he finally noted that Nick Lang had arrived, and was on his
skates, somehow Hugh seemed relieved. Deep down in his heart he
believed that should he have occasion to replace a player, as the
rules allowed, on account of serious injury, which is about the only
excuse for such a thing, Nick would be his first choice.
He wished now he had spoken to Nick about it, so that he could depend
on his remaining throughout the game. There was not another fellow
who would be of such great benefit to Scranton as the boy now wearing
Hugh's old hockey skates. But it was too late to think of seeking
him out, for the game was about to be called.
When the rival teams faced each other, and listened to the last
instructions of the head referee, they were found to line up as
follows:
_Scranton High_ _Position_ _Keyport_
Stevens .......... Goal ............ Kellogg
Hobson ........... Point ........... Ackerson
Danvers .......... Cover Point ..... Bell
Smith ............ Right End ....... Elly
Dugdale .......... Center .......... Braxton
Juggins .......... Left End ........ Mossman
Morgan ........... Rover ........... Jackson
Hugh faced Mossman when the puck was dropped on the ice, and play
began. There was a furious scramble, but Hugh came out of it
first-best, for he bore away the little elusive rubber disc, and
managed to carry it some distance down toward Keyport's goal before
losing control. Then the fun became fast and furious, indeed. Those
agile skaters whirled back and forth across the smooth ice with every
imaginable turn and twist.
Clever plays were continually occurring on either side, and these
were greeted with outbursts of enthusiastic cheering.
The crowd really seemed very impartial and sportsmanlike, considering
that possibly four-fifths of it represented the local team, and might
be supposed to feel prejudiced in their favor. They shouted
themselves fairly hoarse over a brilliant dash on the part of Captain
Mossman, whereby he outwitted his opponents, and, despite all Thad's
efforts to block the play, shot the puck home in the cage for the
first well-won goal of the game.
Later on Owen Dugdale repeated the performance in almost as masterly
a manner. The applause was, if anything, a shade more uproarous.
Now the game went on evenly, with a goal apiece; but Keyport was out
for scoring and would not be denied; so, in a hurry, they pushed the
fighting down on Scranton territory, and put another goal to their
credit, though three times did Thad balk the effort before it was
accomplished.
When the first twenty minutes had expired the score was six to five.
Keyport was ahead, but the margin was so small that no one despaired.
After the intermission they went at it once more, "hammer-and-tongs."
Thus far no one had been injured seriously enough to more than delay
the game a few minutes, and, before the fatal seven had expired, the
fellow who had been hurt was able to take his place in the line; so
no substitutes were called on. Hugh was glad of this, though he
frequently shot a quick glance around to see if Nick Lang still hung
about; which he certainly did, being deeply interested in the game.
The second half was even more fiercely contested than the previous
one had been. Scranton rallied behind Hugh, and put up a savage
attack that carried them up a couple of pegs, the score then standing
eight to seven; but after a bit Keyport came back and tied it again.
So it remained until the limit of the game approached perilously
near, and it seemed as though an extension of time would have to be
granted, as the rules allowed. But at the last minute, Hugh himself
carried out a daring steal of the puck; and, before the opposing
players could block him, shot it into their net for the winning score.
Before the players could get in position again, and the puck be
faced, the whistle of the referee declared the game over, with
Scranton a bare winner.
The Keyport players were plainly greatly chagrined, but they proved
game losers, and had not a fault to find, shaking hands cheerfully
with their late opponents, and expressing a hope that a return match
could be arranged on their rink at some date not far in the future.