Once more the puck was placed in position. Rockville now played as they had never played before, and twice the disc came dangerously close to the Oak Hall goal. But each time Luke Watson drove it back. Then it came forward swiftly to the other end of the field. Here there was a battle-royal between Mallory and Roger. Dave came whizzing up, and managed to steal the rubber, and sent it to Ben. He got it within three yards of the goal, and then Shadow took hold, and landed it safely in the net.
"Hurrah! One more for Oak Hall!"
"That makes the score four to three!"
"Wake up, Rockville! Six minutes more to play!"
"Now hold 'em!" cautioned Dave, as the puck was brought forth once more. "Hold 'em, I tell you!"
"We'll do more!" answered Roger, grimly. "That is, if we get the chance."
"Of course—but don't run any risks."
Back and forth flew the rubber disc. Rockville was wild to tie the score. This made one of the players take a "long chance." Roger saw it, and in a twinkling he rushed forward and upset the fellow's calculations, and sent the puck again into the Rockville territory. Then came a rush of players, and back and forth swung the human mass. Then of a sudden the rubber disc flew up
