. Everyone felt, as the young gladiators faced each other, that the
game would be "for blood."

Nor were they disappointed. From the moment the referee's whistle blew,
the playing was of the most desperate kind. The "Greys" had won the
choice of goal and the Blues had the kick-off. Bert poised himself
carefully and shot the ball down the field far and high. Hamilton made a
fair catch at the thirty yard line, but Caldwell had gone down like a
flash, and nailed him before he could run back.

The ball belonged to the "Greys." Dudley went through left and tackle
for a gain of five. Hamilton gained two more on the other side of the
line. Again Dudley tried between center and guard, but caught a Tartar
in Dick, and was thrown back for a loss of three. The bucking game was
not panning out and the ball was passed back to the giant fullback,
Livingston, for a kick. The snapping was good and the kick speedy, but
Bert burst through the line like a whirlwind and by a superb leap
blocked it in mid-air. It was a rattling play and the Blue stand shook
with cheers.

The teams lined up for the scrimmage on the "Grey's" thirty-five yard
line. Hodge plunged through for seven with the whole "Grey" team
sprawling over him. A forward pass, beautifully engineered by Tom,
garnered eight more. Martin skirted left end for a pretty run of fifteen
yards, but was tackled so heavily by Livingston that he dropped the
ball, and Felton pounced upon it. It was a close call for the "Greys"
and a sigh of relief went up from their partisans when on the next play
a great punt by Minden sent it whirling down the field and out of
danger. A furious battle ensued, but Fortune seemed angry at the Blues
for their disregard of her gifts, and the quarter ended with the ball in
the middle of the field.

Nor, try as they would, could they gain in the next period against the
stonewall defense put up by the "Greys." Perhaps the Blue attack was
somewhat more savage than their own, but they made up for that by
superior weight in the line. Their signals were working perfectly and
they moved with the precision of a machine.

Twelve minutes of playing time had elapsed when, with the ball on the
"Greys'" forty yard line, Bert suddenly dropped back for a kick. The
"Greys" burst through, but it got off perfectly. High in the air it
soared like a hawk, headed straight for the goal. A groan rose from the
"Grey" stands, while those in the Blue sprang to their feet, in a burs