On came the pigskin, and almost before anybody knew it, Jack kicked a goal from the field.
"Hurrah! a field goal for Putnam Hall!" "Talk about clever work, wasn't that great ?" "It sure was!" "Never mind," came from a Dauntless supporter.

"That doesn't count as much as the goal from a touchdown." "Well, it's blood for Putnam Hall, anyway." Again the leather went into play, and once more each eleven did its level best to force the pigskin over the opponents' line.

The Dauntless aggregation were now wary of more tricks, and they tried a trick of their own, massing at the left and then running the ball up center.

But this did not work.

The ball was lost to Andy, who passed it over to Dale.
"Go it, Blackmore!" was the cry.
"Down him, Cressy!" On and on sped Dale with the rival left end at his heels.