A GREAT GAME OF FOOTBALL
Once more the days glided by peacefully. Autumn was now well under way,
and the leaves of the trees were turning to crimson and gold. Boating
became almost a thing of the past, and talks about football filled the
air.
With the coming of the football season Dale Blackmore was in his element.
Not only was Dale a good athlete, but it was speedily learned that he had
been captain of a good amateur football team in the town he hailed from,
and that the team had in one season won nine games out of twelve.
"Dale is the man for our team," said Jack, and by a popular vote the lad
was made captain. There was a slight opposition by Dan Baxter but this
quickly subsided.
As soon as he was made captain, Dale set to work to organize as a good a
team as Putnam Hall could produce. He tried fully thirty cadets and then
selected fifteen--eleven for the regular team and the balance as
substitutes. On the regular team were Jack, Andy, Hogan, Bart Conners,
Henry Lee, and others already mentioned in these pages. Pepper was a
substitute, and he was willing enough to take a "back seat" as he called
it.
"Now we have got to get into practice," said Dale, "and it's to be no
baby play either." And every day the team went out on the playground to
practice. Dale made a good coach, and soon had the boys doing finely. He
was assisted by George Strong, who had himself played football on his
college team.
It had been expected that Pornell Academy would play Putnam Hall. But the
Pornell students were sore over their boat-race defeat and they insisted
that a false start had been made. The discussion grew warm on both sides,
and so the scheme for a football match for that year fell through,
although matches between the two schools were played later, as I have
already mentioned in certain volumes of the "Rover Boys Series."
"Those Pornell fellows are a sore lot," said Jack. "I suppose they felt
sure they'd win that boat race."
"They are going to play the Rigsby Football Club next Saturday," said
Andy. "Dale just told me."
"I thought we were to play Rigsby," put in Joe Nelson.
"We are, some time later."
The Rigsby Football Club was controlled by a rich gentleman named Rigsby
who had an elegant place outside of a nearby city which I shall call
Mornville. The team was composed largely of college boys and played
exceedingly well.
The game between the Pornell Academy and the Rigsby Club attracted a
large crowd to Mornville, and half a dozen students from Putnam Hall
journeyed to the town, to see what sort of a game was being put up.
"We must catch all the pointers we can," said Dale. "It may help us in
our playing."
The Pornell Academy made a fine showing during practice, but when the
game started it was quickly found that the Rigsby team was too heavy and
too clever for them. In each half of the game the Rigsby Club made a
touchdown and a goal, and when the contest came to a close the score
stood, Rigsby 12, Pornell Academy 0.
"That's as bad as the boat-race defeat," said Pepper. "They must feel
sick."
"Those Rigsby chaps are heavy and full of ginger," said Dale, seriously.
"We'll have no picnic playing against them."
When our friends were coming from the football grounds they fell in with
half a dozen Pornell students.
"Fine day, Bock!" called out Pepper, cheerily. "Good day for playing
football, eh?"
"Oh, you needn't crow!" growled Roy Bock. "Just wait till Rigsby waxes
you--you won't feel so happy."
"Maybe they won't wax us."
"Won't they!" put in Grimes, who was along. "The score will be about 50
to nothing in Rigsby's favor."
"Wait and see," said Jack, quietly; and then the students of the two
schools separated.
After this game the team of the Hall practiced harder than ever, and
George Strong taught them several useful plays. So the days went by until
the eventful day for the match arrived. The game was to come off on the
Rigsby grounds, and the students from Putnam Hall went over in the stage,
the carryall, and in carriages and on bicycles.
At first Dan Baxter said he was not going, but when he heard how the
Rigsby Club had defeated Pornell Academy he changed his mind.
"The Rigsby Club is sure to beat Dale Blackmore's crowd," said he to
Paxton and Coulter. "Let us go over there and see the drubbing
administered."
"All right, I'm willing," said Coulter. "Maybe we can pick up a little
money in bets." And when they arrived on the football grounds all of
Baxter's cronies as well as the bully himself put up money that Putnam
Hall would be beaten.
"I just heard Baxter is betting against our club," said Andy, coming in
with the news.
"How mean!" cried Jack. "To bet against his own school! I don't believe
in betting, but if I did want to lay a wager, I'd do it on my own
school."
"That's just how I feel about it," put in Pepper. "Well, I hope now, more
than ever, that we win."
It was a fine ground, with a beautiful stand and nice dressing rooms for
both clubs. Mr. Rigsby himself was at hand and shook each of the visitors
by the hand.
"Play for all you are worth, boys!" he said, cheerfully. "I want the best
club to win!"
"We are going to do our best, sir," said Dale, modestly.
The halves were divided into thirty-five minutes each, and soon the first
half was on. It was Rigsby's ball and they sent it twenty yards into
Putnam Hall territory. The Rigsby fellows were exceedingly active, and
inside of ten minutes they scored a touchdown and immediately afterwards
kicked a goal.
"Hurrah for Rigsby! That's the way to do it!" was the cry.
"Putnam Hall will be defeated worse than Pornell Academy was!"
When the touchdown and goal were made Dan Baxter grinned at Paxton and
his other cronies.
"What did I tell you?" he whispered. "This is a dead easy thing for
Rigsby."
"You're right," answered Paxton. "Wish I had another fiver up on them."
"Let us do a little more betting," said Mumps, who had just a dollar of
his spending money left.
They walked into the crowd, and after some trouble managed to place what
money they had left on the Rigsby team. Then they hurried back to their
seats. The first half of the game was drawing to a close.
"Another touchdown for Rigsby!"
"Hurrah! Now for a goal!"
"There she goes! A goal, sure enough! How do you like that, Putnam Hall?"
With the score 12 to 0 the two teams went at it again. But hardly had the
leather been put into play when the whistle blew and the first half came
to an end.
"We are up against it sure, this trip," sighed Andy. "They can play
like--like tigers!"
"They are too heavy for us, that is certain," said Dale. "We must depend
upon our lightness and our quickness if we want to win anything at all."
The brief intermission was soon at an end, and once more the two teams
faced each other. The Rigsby followers cheered wildly while the students
from Putnam Hall gazed expectantly.
It was soon seen that Dale's team was not playing as before. There was
little mass work, and the ball flew from player to player with great
rapidity. This did not suit the Rigsby team, and they made several errors
and lost some ground thereby.
Hardly had the second half been opened than Joe Nelson got the ball. He
passed it to Hogan, who sent it to Andy. With a wild leap over a Rigsby
player, the acrobatic youth went flying down the gridiron with the
leather clutched in his arms.
"See Andy Snow running with the ball!"
"Stop him, Brown! Stop him, Callahan!"
"Cut him off, Sturmen!"
So the calls rang out and several started in pursuit of Andy. But just as
they thought they had him he let the ball drop, gave it a swift kick, and
over the bar sailed the leather.
"Hurrah! What a beautiful kick!"
"And on a dead run, too!"
"Putnam Hall is waking up!"
The cadets cheered wildly and unfurled the flags they had brought along,
while some tooted their horns.
As soon as possible the ball was put into play once more. This time it
went far up into Putnam Hall territory, and it looked as if Rigsby would
score once more, when Hogan got the ball.
"Not just yit, me laddybuck!" muttered the Irish cadet, and started in
the opposite direction. He made twenty yards before he was downed and the
ball went to Joe Nelson, who carried it another ten yards. Then Dale
landed on it through a fumble by Rigsby, and took it over the line for a
touchdown. A moment later there was a trial for a goal, but it failed.
"Never mind, it's a touchdown, anyway!" shouted the Putnam Hall
supporters.
With the score 12 to 9 against them, Putnam Hall went again at the
battle. They had exactly seven minutes in which to do or die, and the
excitement all over the field was now intense. Among the anxious ones
were Baxter and his cronies.
"They can't win anything in seven minutes," argued Paxton, somewhat
gloomily.
"There it goes!" cried Mumps. "See, Rigsby has the ball!"
"They are going to score again!"
It certainly looked like it, but at the last moment Dale got the ball and
sent it back. Then it went from player to player so rapidly that the
Rigsby players could not follow it. At last Jack had it and he ran with
might and main for a touchdown--and got it!
"Whoop! Hurrah! Putnam Hall wins!" was the cry.
The goal was kicked, and the ball went again into play. But before it
could be moved ten yards time was called; and the match came to an end.
Putnam Hall had indeed won.