Nor, try as they would, could they gain in the next period against the stonewall defense put up by the "Greys." Perhaps the Blue attack was somewhat more savage than their own, but they made up for that by superior weight in the line. Their signals were working perfectly and they moved with the precision of a machine.
Twelve minutes of playing time had elapsed when, with the ball on the "Greys"" forty yard line, Bert suddenly dropped back for a kick. The "Greys" burst through, but it got off perfectly. High in the air it soared like a hawk, headed straight for the goal. A groan rose from the "Grey" stands, while those in the Blue sprang to their feet, in a burst of frantic cheering. But, just as it neared the bar, a stiff gust of wind from the north caught it and deflected it from its course. It curved down and out, striking the post and bounded back into the field, where Ensley fell upon it.
The hearts of the Blues went down into their boots, while their opponents capered about and hugged each other.
"What"s the use playing against such luck as that?" growled Drake disgustedly.
"It"s tough, all right," agreed Bert, "but they can"t get all the breaks. It"ll be our turn next."
Before the ball could be put in play the period ended, and the teams went to their quarters for the fifteen minute rest before the final struggle.
"Hard luck, boys," consoled the coach, "but things are due to change.
Wilson deserved that goal if he didn"t get it, but that"s part of the game. You"ve got their number. Keep on hammering the line, and if you find that won"t work, uncork that variation of the forward pa.s.s. Go in now and eat them up."
As the fellows filed out, they pa.s.sed Dan, the bulldog, dressed in a brand-new suit of blue in honor of the occasion. Tom stooped and patted his head.
"Get on the job, old boy," he urged. "Show those fellows that you are the real thing in mascots."
Dan barked rea.s.suringly. But he took his time in thinking it over. And the hard luck of the Blues still persisted.
A fruitless attempt to buck the line by either team failing to yield the desired gain, there followed a kicking duel between the two fullbacks in which Bert easily carried off the honors. But slips and off-side playing neutralized the advantage.
On the "Greys" forty yard line they tried out "Bull" Hendricks" new variation. The ball was pa.s.sed to Bert, apparently for a drop kick, but immediately on receiving the ball, he started on an end run as though the move had been a "plant" to draw in the end rush. Thinking the whole thing a fake, the halfback at first hesitated to come in, but Bert kept on parallel to the line of scrimmage until the half dared hesitate no longer, as it looked certain that Bert was bent on a run around the ends. In the meantime the long run had given Drake time to get down the field, and Bert, turning swiftly, sent the ball to him in a beautiful spiral swing. It would have worked to a charm had not Drake tripped as he started on his run and been savagely tackled by Livingston before he could regain his feet.
"Another good thing gone wrong," groaned d.i.c.k. And it certainly seemed as though "the stars in their courses" were fighting for the "Greys."
A moment"s breathing s.p.a.ce, and the fourth quarter opened up. With a strength born of desperation the teams went at each other hammer and tongs. The "Greys" were heartened by the good fortune that had declared so steadily for them and they played like wild men. A brilliant run around left end netted them twenty yards, and a forward pa.s.s gained ten more. Inspired by their success they "forced" their luck until they were on the Blues fifteen yard line with the ball in their possession. But here the Blues braced savagely.
The crowds were standing now and crazy with excitement. The "Grey"
followers shrieked to their favorites to "put it over," while from the Blue stands their football song came booming from twenty thousand throats:
"Steady, boys, steady.
You"re fighting for your father, You"re fighting for your mother, You"re fighting for your sister, You"re fighting for your brother, You"re fighting for the Blue.
Hit them up, rip them up, tear their line in two.
Steady, boys, steady."
Panting, pale, determined, the team heard, and their muscles stiffened.
Livingston plunged in but was thrown back on his head. Dudley tried and failed to gain an inch. The line was impregnable, and Ensley dropped back for a kick. But like lightning, Bert was on him so suddenly that the ball shot up and back over Ensley"s head. Without checking his speed, Bert scooped it up on the bound and was off down the field.
Such running! It was flying. Its like had never been seen on a football field. On he went, like a bullet. Down that living lane of forty thousand people, he tore along, his eyes blazing, his head held high, a roar like thunder in his ears, while beneath him the white lines slipped away like a swiftly flowing river. On and on he went, nearer and nearer to the goal.
Behind him came the "Greys" like a pack of maddened wolves. But the Blues were coming too. Savagely they hurled themselves on the enemy, grasping, holding, tackling and brought them to the ground. Then from the tangle of legs and arms emerged Tom and d.i.c.k, and running like the wind put down the field to the help of their flying comrade.
Victory! Before him was the goal, but twenty yards away. Behind him pounded his pursuers, who had made up ground while he was dodging. He could hear their panting and almost feel their breath upon his neck. One more tremendous leap, and like an arrow from a bow, he flashed over the line for a touchdown. He had made a run of ninety yards through a broken field in the last minute of play.
Some days later when the "tumult and the shouting" had died away--when the "sound of revelry by night" had ceased--when the "lid" for a moment open was again "on"--when the snake dances and the bonfires and the toasts were over--Bert, more than ever the idol of his college, together with Tom and d.i.c.k, were bidding good-by to Mr. Melton at the railroad station.
"And remember," he called through the window as his train pulled out, "I"m going to hold you boys to that promise to come out to my Montana ranch. I"ll give you a corking good time."
How "corking" a time they had, how full of dash and danger, adventure and excitement, will be told in
"=BERT WILSON IN THE ROCKIES.="