The boys were nearly bursting with laughter at Melvin"s audacity, and when they felt sure that it had really succeeded, they broke out in a roar.
"And it worked!" shrieked Slim, rolling over and over. "By jiminy, it really worked! Mel, you"re a genius. I take off my hat to you."
"You covered yourself with glory that time, old man," said Fred, as soon as he could speak for laughter. "Beansey will never get over it. Can"t you see his face, as he faded away down the hall? The fellows in the other dormitories will be green with envy when they hear about it."
"It was nip and tuck," grinned Melvin. "I just took a chance that Beansey would rather let us go than to own up that he"d made a slip in grammar. But even now, we"re not safe. He might think it over and come back. Let"s get a hustle on and remove these evidences of crime."
In three minutes more, everything was set to rights, and the boys slipped in between their covers, theoretically to sleep, but actually to lie awake and chuckle for a long time, at the way they had "put one over" on the monitor.
The day for the football game with Lake Forest was rapidly drawing nearer. Under the steady practice and hard work through which Granger put his team, it was swiftly rounding into shape.
Although at first the other boys had the advantage over Fred of having played a long time together, and of knowing just what to expect from one another in any crisis of the game, his quick mind and keen ambition soon put him on a level with them in that respect, and he had developed into one of the mainstays of the team.
None had appreciated this more than Tom Eldridge, whose place Fred had taken at fullback, but there was not a trace of envy in the way he stood around the side lines, leaning on a stick, and applauding every brilliant play of his successor.
"You"re a star, Fred," he said to him one day after an especially sparkling bit of strategy. "You can play rings around the Lake Forest fullback. And he"s no slouch, either."
"You must put me on to his style," said Fred; and together they worked out a scheme of offence and defence that they hoped would bring victory to Rally Hall.
There was a good deal of anxiety as the day of the game drew near. The last time the elevens had met, Lake Forest had won by two touchdowns, and it was reported that they were fully as fast this year.
"They"ve got a cracking good team and no mistake," admitted Melvin.
"They"re a bit heavier than we are in the line, but I think we have it on them in the back field. But it"ll be a fight for blood from the first kickoff, and I don"t look for a big score, whichever side wins."
Professor Raymond, who himself had been a crack player on his own college eleven, worked hard to get the team into first-cla.s.s shape. He had been much worried by the accident to Tom, but, as he watched the work of Fred, he soon reached the conclusion that the team had been strengthened rather than weakened.
So that it was with strong hopes of a successful outcome that Rally Hall went into the fight on the day of the great game.
It was a beautiful day, with just enough snap and coolness in the air to make it perfect for football. The game was to take place on the Rally Hall grounds, and Big Sluper, the janitor, with his a.s.sistants, had outdone themselves in getting the gridiron into fine condition.
Long before the time set for the game, a great crowd had gathered. Of course, every member of the school was there, ready to yell for his favorites, and, in addition, everybody in Green Haven who had a drop of sporting blood in his veins had journeyed out to see the gridiron battle.
Lake Forest had sent down a large crowd of rooters with the team, and while, of course, they were in the minority, they were chock full of enthusiasm, and prepared to make up in noise what they lacked in numbers.
"How do you feel, Fred?" asked Melvin, as they were getting into their togs.
"Like a fighting c.o.c.k," replied Fred, doing an impromptu jig. "If I felt any better, I"d be afraid of myself."
"Great!" said Melvin. "I feel the same way myself. We"ll sure bring home the bacon."
"Here they come!"
There was a roar of greeting, when the Lake Forest team trotted out and began pa.s.sing and falling on the ball. But the roar became thunderous when the Rally Hall boys came into view.
"They"re sure giving us a royal send off," commented Billy Burton, "and it won"t do to disappoint them. We"ve simply _got_ to win."
The Lake Forest captain won the choice of goals, and Rally Hall therefore had the kickoff. Amid a breathless silence, Fred measured the distance, gave a mighty swing and sent the ball sailing down toward the enemy"s goal. Adams, their left end, made a good catch, but before he could run back with it, Billy Burton downed him in his tracks. The team lined up for the scrimmage on Lake Forest"s forty-yard line, and the game was fairly on.
It soon became apparent that the teams were very evenly matched, and that neither would have a walkover. Back and forth they surged, neither able to make a definite gain, though most of the time it was in Lake Forest"s territory. Each of the teams had the ball in turn, only to lose it before the fourth down could be made, so stubborn was the resistance.
Melvin, at centre, stood like a rock against the enemy"s charges, while Billy, at quarter, reeled off the signals as steadily as a clock. Slim Haley, with his great bulk, was a tower of strength at right guard, and Madison and Ames did some savage tackling. Fred, at full, did the work of two ordinary players, and was ably helped by Thompson and Wayland, the two halfbacks. But neither side scored, and it began to look like a goose egg for each, for the first quarter.
It was two minutes from the end of the quarter, and the ball was within thirty yards of the Lake Forest goal. Ensley, the enemy"s left halfback, had the ball, but in his eagerness to advance it, he fumbled it, and Billy Burton pounced upon it like a hawk. Like lightning, he pa.s.sed it to Fred, who dropped back for a kick. The enemy"s line bore down upon him, but too late. He lifted the ball into the air, and it soared like a bird above the bar between the posts. The Lake Forest rooters looked glum, and the home team"s supporters went wild with joy.
Just then, the whistle blew, and the quarter ended, with the score three to none, in favor of Rally Hall.
"Some cla.s.s to that kick, Fred!" cried Melvin, while the rest of the team gathered around and patted him on the shoulders. "I never saw a cleaner goal from field."
"All we"ve got to do now is to hold them down, and the game is ours,"
exulted Ned Wayland.
But "holding them down" was no easy task. The lead they had gained put their opponents on their mettle, and they fairly ran amuck in the second quarter. By successive rushes, they worked the ball down the field. At the ten-yard line, the Rally Hall boys braced, and the enemy lost the ball on downs. A fake forward pa.s.s, splendidly engineered by Billy and Fred, would have saved the day, but Ned, who received it, slipped, just as he turned to run. The ball dropped from his hands, and Burns, of the Lake Forests, grabbed it on the bound and went over the line for a touchdown.
"Five points for Lake Forest!" yelled one of their rooters.
"Six points, you mean," shouted his neighbor. "Wake up."
"Why, I thought a touchdown counted five," was the answer.
"It used to, but under the new rules it counts for six."
"So much the better! We need every point we can get," the other chuckled. "See, there"s another one to the good," as Burns kicked the goal.
"Hurrah! That"s the way to do it!"
"Now keep it up, Lake Forest!"
"Hurrah! hurrah!"
It was now the visitors" turn to cheer. They shook their rattles, blew their horns, danced up and down and yelled like madmen.
CHAPTER XXI
A DESPERATE STRUGGLE
"We"ve got our work cut out for us," said Melvin grimly, as, after their brief rest, the teams lined up for the third quarter.
"Don"t worry, Mel, we"ve just begun to fight," was Fred"s rea.s.suring answer.
The fighting blood of both teams was up now, and they sc.r.a.pped like wildcats for the slightest advantage. Twice during the period, Fortune seemed about to smile on the home team, but each time the smile faded into a frown, and the hearts of their supporters went down into their boots.
Once, on the Lake Forest thirty-yard line, the home boys tried out a trick play that Professor Raymond had taught them. The ball was pa.s.sed to Fred, apparently for him to make a drop kick. But instead of doing this, he started to skirt the end. The opposing halfback thought that this was a fake to draw in the end. He hesitated to come in, therefore, and in the meantime Fred kept on running behind the scrimmage line, until the halfback did not dare to wait any longer, as it seemed to be a dead sure thing that Fred was going to circle the end. In the meantime, Melvin had had time to get down the field, and Fred turned about swiftly, just as the halfback reached out for him, and sent the ball like a shot to Melvin. It was a pretty play, and nine times out of ten would have got by, but just as it had almost reached Melvin"s outstretched hands, Barton, the opposing left tackle, touched it with the tips of his fingers, just enough to deflect it from its course.
Ensley grabbed it, and it was Lake Forest"s ball.
"What do you think of that for luck?" growled Slim disgustedly.