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Updated: May 21, 2025
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. The game was over, and our boys had won the victory.
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.
"Say, but wasn't that a great game?" "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" came from the cadets and their friends. It was a great time for the boys. They gave three cheers for their opponents, but the Pornellites felt their second defeat too keenly, and as quickly as they could they left the grounds, and quarter of an hour later were on their way home.
Caven rarely showed any money of his own. With the coming of spring the cadets formed, as of old, several football teams, and played several notches, including one with their old rivals, the pupils of Pornell Academy. This game they lost, by a score of four to five, which made the Pornellites feel much better, they having lost every game in the past.
Then the Pornellites crowded into the grandstand and took seats near Pepper and his fellow cadets and the girls. They talked in loud voices and said a number of things that caused the faces of the girls to burn, and made the cadets thoroughly angry. "They ought to be put off the stand!" cried Bob, indignantly. "And they will be put off if they keep this up," answered Pepper.
The Pornellites were now wild, but they stared blankly as they saw plucky Tom Rover snatch the leather up and run back twenty yards with it. "He's going right through with it!" "There goes Hardy after him!" "Down they go!" "Lushear has the ball! It's going back!" "Run, Lushear, run! A dollar if you make it!" "They can't catch him! Oh, pshaw! Down he goes!" "But the ball is safe! A touchdown!
The waving of the Hall colors, an American flag set in a border of green, came also, with an equal din from horns and wooden clappers. "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" So, the game went on for ten minutes, and the Pornellites had gained exactly twenty-five yards no more. "Looks like a stand-off," said several. "Say, maybe those young soldiers aren't game!"
After this there were more "goose eggs," until the end of the eighth inning when the score became a tie, 2 to 2. One more inning for each side, and the excitement became intense. "We must prevent them from scoring, by a means," said Frank as they took the field, while the first batter of the Pornellites came to the plate; and amid a breathless silence the final innings began.
The eleven practiced every afternoon, under the direction of Mr. Strong, who had once been a player on a college team. Josiah Crabtree took no interest in the sport, declaring it was a waste of valuable time. "I've got a plan to outwit the Pornellites, if they try any funny work," said Pepper, the day before the game. And then he took about a dozen cadets aside and told them what his plan was.
For this trick, Pepper and some of the others got after the Pornellites and made them prisoners in a cave, from which they could escape only by going out a back way, through some water and mud, and thorny bushes. While they were playing a certain trick in Cedarville, Jack and Pepper fell in with a youth named Bert Field.
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