isfied had Dave acted grouchy or stayed away from the game.
The game was to be of two halves, of thirty minutes each, with ten minutes intermission. Oak Hall won the toss-up, and as there was no wind and no choice of goals, they kept the ball, and Lemington took the south end of the gridiron.
"Now, then, here is where Oak Hall wins!" cried Dave, loudly. "Do your level best, fellows!"
"Shove her over the line, first thing!" added Roger.
"Oak Hall! Oak Hall!" yelled Phil. "Now then, all together in the game!"
Under the inspiration of the cheering, Oak Hall made a fine kick-off, and by some spirited work carried the pigskin well down into the Lemington territory. But then the ball was lost by Nat Poole, and the opposing eleven brought it back to the center of the gridiron, and then rushed it up to the thirty-yard line of the school.
"That's the way to do it!" yelled a Lemington supporter. "You've got 'em going!"
"Send it back!" yelled Dave. "All together, for Oak Hall!" And this cry was taken up by a hundred throats.
Guy Frapley got the ball, a minute later, and made a really fine run around the Lemington left end. This brought the pigskin again to center,
