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“Another touchdown for Rigsby!”

“Hurrah! Now for a goal!”

“There she goes! A goal, sure enough! How do you like that, Putnam Hall?”

With the score 12 to 0 the two teams went at it again. But hardly had the leather been put into play when the whistle blew and the first half came to an end.

“We are up against it sure, this trip,” sighed Andy. “They can play like—like tigers!”

“They are too heavy for us, that is certain,” said Dale. “We must depend upon our lightness and our quickness if we want to win anything at all.”

The brief intermission was soon at an end, and once more the two teams faced each other. The Rigsby followers cheered wildly while the students from Putnam Hall gazed expectantly.

It was soon seen that Dale’s team was not playing as before. There was little mass work, and the ball flew from player to player with great rapidity. This did not suit the Rigsby team, and they made several errors and lost some ground thereby.

Hardly had the second half been opened than Joe Nelson got the ball. He passed it to Hogan, who sent it to Andy. With a wild leap over a Rigsby player, the acrobatic youth went flying down the gridiron with the leather clutched in his arms.

“See Andy Snow running with the ball!”

“Stop him, Brown! Stop him, Callahan!”

“Cut him off, Sturmen!”

So the calls rang out and several started in pursuit of Andy. But just as they thought they had him he let the ball drop, gave it a swift kick, and over the bar sailed the leather.

“Hurrah! What a beautiful kick!”

“And on a dead run, too!”

“Putnam Hall is waking up!”

The cadets cheered wildly and unfurled the flags they had brought along, while some tooted their horns.

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