win."

The Lake Forest captain won the choice of goals, and Rally Hall
therefore had the kickoff. Amid a breathless silence, Fred measured the
distance, gave a mighty swing and sent the ball sailing down toward the
enemy's goal. Adams, their left end, made a good catch, but before he
could run back with it, Billy Burton downed him in his tracks. The team
lined up for the scrimmage on Lake Forest's forty-yard line, and the
game was fairly on.

It soon became apparent that the teams were very evenly matched, and
that neither would have a walkover. Back and forth they surged, neither
able to make a definite gain, though most of the time it was in Lake
Forest's territory. Each of the teams had the ball in turn, only to lose
it before the fourth down could be made, so stubborn was the resistance.

Melvin, at centre, stood like a rock against the enemy's charges, while
Billy, at quarter, reeled off the signals as steadily as a clock. Slim
Haley, with his great bulk, was a tower of strength at right guard, and
Madison and Ames did some savage tackling. Fred, at full, did the work
of two ordinary players, and was ably helped by Thompson and Wayland,
the two halfbacks. But neither side scored, and it began to look like a
goose egg for each, for the first quarter.

It was two minutes from the end of the quarter, and the ball was within
thirty yards of the Lake Forest goal. Ensley, the enemy's left halfback,
had the ball, but in his eagerness to advance it, he fumbled it, and
Billy Burton pounced upon it like a hawk. Like lightning, he passed it
to Fred, who dropped back for a kick. The enemy's line bore down upon
him, but too late. He lifted the ball into the air, and it soared like a
bird above the bar between the posts. The Lake Forest rooters looked
glum, and the home team's supporters went wild with joy.

Just then, the whistle blew, and the quarter ended, with the score three
to none, in favor of Rally Hall.

"Some class to that kick, Fred!" cried Melvin, while the rest of the
team gathered around and patted him on the shoulders. "I never saw a
cleaner goal from field."

"All we've got to do now is to hold them down, and the game is ours,"
exulted Ned Wayland.

But "holding them down" was no easy task. The lead they had gained put
their opponents on their mettle, and they fairly ran amuck in the second
quarter. By successive rushes, they worked the ball down the field. At
the ten-yard line, the Rally Hall boys brace