ton, and turned away quickly. Before more could be said a cheer went up.
"Another goal for the Porter team!"
"That's the way to play ice hockey!"
It was true, Ben had made the second goal. With five minutes more of the half to play the puck was placed in position once again.
"Say, we've got to do something!" growled Nat Poole.
"All right, do it," answered one of the team, who had seen Nat make several errors, and who was growing disgusted.
Both Nat and Bolton were ugly, and showed it in every movement. The puck was worked down into the Porter territory, but again without avail, and as it commenced to move in the opposite direction Nat and Bolton grew furious. Nat gave his follower a meaning look, and a minute later Bolton swung his hockey stick around, almost on a line with Dave's shoulder.
Had the blow landed as intended, Dave would have been seriously lamed, and possibly his arm might have been broken. But Roger was close at hand, and in a flash the senator's son thrust out his hockey stick, so that the blow glanced off, doing little harm.
"Time!" called Roger, and it was granted, and both teams at once gathered around Dave and Bolton.
