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With nine minutes more to play, both elevens went at the game with great vigor. The Dauntless team wanted at least to make a field goal to tie the score. But Putnam Hall held them back, and two minutes before the whistle blew made another touchdown and kicked the goal. When the game was ended the pigskin was on the Dauntless forty-five-yard line. Putnam Hall had won!
The whistle piped, a Claflin linesman stepped forward, swung a long leg and the battle was on. Williams caught the ball on the thirty-yard line. On a fake kick play Miller tried Claflin's right tackle and made but two yards. Norton punted to Claflin's thirty, where Burrage fumbled the ball and Ainsmith recovered it. Claflin at once punted out of bounds to Brimfield's forty-five-yard mark.
He snickered at his own joke, whereupon the aborigine turned upon him slowly, and said, in perfect English: "Your humor is misplaced with me. Don't forget, Mr. Glass, that the one Yale football team you trained, I dropped a goal on from the forty-five-yard line." Glass allowed his mouth to open in amazement. The day was replete with surprises.
The mercuryball fell to the ground, spun in a dizzy circle and with a gentle tap by Richards, rolled to Davison, who took it in stride and sent it soaring for a forty-five-yard goal. The Capella unit had drawn first blood. "Well, hot-shot," snarled Roger back on the starting line, "what happened to the big pass-stealing idea?" "I tripped, Manning," said Tom through clenched teeth. "Yeah!
Then Marvin, realising the futility of pitting Freer and himself against Norton and Williams and Milton, either one of whom could outpunt the second from five to ten yards, started a rushing game on his thirty-five yards, swinging Harris and Freer around the ends for small gains and himself taking the pigskin for a delayed plunge through centre that put the scrubs on their forty-five-yard line and gave them their first down of the period.
In the next instant the would-be tackler was bowled over by Darrin and Hudson, and Dick swept on with the ball. By this time all the home boosters were on their feet, yelling like so many Comanches. Filmore's half and full contrived a trap that caught young Prescott, and carried him down with the ball -but this happened at Filmore's forty-five-yard line!
It was now the turn of the east stand to cheer, and mightily the shout rolled across the field. Through came the Yates full, the ball safely stowed in the crook of his elbow, the whole force of the backs shoving him on. Three yards was his. Another line-up. Again the Yates full-back was given the ball, and again he gained. And it was the first down on Yates's forty-five-yard line.
It ended in a bad fumble, however, for steady Thompson went down over the ball on the Gridley forty-five-yard line. "H.S. cheer once more!" bellowed Dick. The High School boys and girls answered with a will, drawing it out so long as to cause the referee to frown. When it ended Badger's signals ripped out fast and clear. The ball came back to Quarter-back Winters.
One step forward, an easy, long swing of his right leg, and Joel sent the ball sailing a yard over the upstretched hands of the opposing line and far and high down the field. There it was gathered into the arms of the St. Eustace full-back, but ere that player had put his foot twice to ground he was thrown, and the teams lined up on St. Eustace's forty-five-yard line.
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