e extensively to punt Bartlett out of danger. He also had been
the best ground gainer. The team was again disheartened as they
changed goals prior to the playing of the last quarter.

Judd sensed the drooping spirits of his teammates and called out
encouragingly: "Never mind that, pals. Let's die fightin'. We're not
whipped yet!"

Pole and Potts, right end and tackle, respectively, were both badly
bruised and exhausted, but game to the core. Benz was staying in the
line-up though he could scarcely stand. Left tackle, Oole, playing
next to Judd, had done nothing for the last five minutes, but fill the
gap at his position. The rube had been doing the work of two men most
of the quarter. The score still stood, Pennington, 13; Bartlett, 0.

The last quarter opened with Harriett's ball on Pennington's thirty
yard line. Now that Benz was practically laid out, Neil called upon
Patterson and Gary to do the bulk of the work in carrying the ball.
Bartlett made a slow but steady advance. Neil, finding that Judd
opened big holes on every play, sent most of his plays through that
side of the line. Benz limped along, helping what he could as
interference.

The stands were quieter now. The great game was three-quarters over.
Bartlett had put up a wonderful fight against a much better team, and
lost. The Penningtonites were just toying with them now, playing a
defensive game.

But, what's this? The stands came to life with a jump and a howl!
Neil, quarterback, had taken the ball and dodged through a hole in the
line made by Judd. He passed by his interference and the Pennington
linemen. As he did this and entered the open field, Gordon, fullback,
rushed in and made a clean tackle, hitting Neil so hard that the ball
was knocked completely out of his grasp. Judd, who was following up on
the play, saw the ball bound away and was after it. Instead of falling
upon it he scooped it up and, although tackled by two men, he dragged
them the remaining five yards for a touchdown!

"Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rube! Rube! Rube!" boomed the
Bartlett rooters.

"Bully work, Rube!" shouted Benz. "Say,--did you ever try kicking
goals? My ankle's no good,--"

"Well,--I reckon I can if I have to."

Benz held the ball. Judd poised it to his liking. He seemed
unconscious of the tremendous ovation the stands were giving him.
Plunk! The ball whizzed over the goal posts! Score, Pennington, 13;
Bartlett, 7.

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