pass from in front,
blocking off would-be tacklers.
The ball was snapped. Mack took the toss from Bert and started
running, then tossed the pigskin on to Frank who was running on his
left.
The toss was poor and Frank fumbled, then recovered. Mack continued
left, covering Frank as he dropped back ... but the Pomeroy line was
through fast and Mack found himself confronted with three frenzied
linesmen who sought to break up the pass. He threw himself in front of
them all and actually succeeded in bringing two down but the third
dodged to the side and leaped up, just as Frank, hurried by the poor
toss, released the pass.
"It's intercepted!" screamed Pomeroy stands as the Pomeroy right end
deflected the ball and gathered it into his arms, starting off for the
Grinnell goal, some eighty yards distance. He angled his run to avoid
a desperate Frank Meade who immediately gave chase. Mack,
disentangling himself from the two Pomeroy linesmen, also attempted to
follow after but was bumped joltingly to the ground again by another
Pomeroy player who came up from nowhere to offer interference in his
team-mate's wake.
"Touchdown!" yelled a delirious Pomeroy as the right end crossed
Grinnell's goal just as Frank hit him in a diving tackle. "There goes
your old ball game!"
Amid a riotous ovation by Pomeroy rooters, the point after touchdown
was added as the third quarter ended with the scoreboard reading:
Pomeroy, 14; Grinnell, 0.
"I'm responsible for that score, too!" moaned Mack, inconsolably.
"That rotten pass I made to you, Frank. By the time you recovered and
got set they were on you!..."
Frank, bitterly disappointed, had nothing to say. But Quarterback Bert
Henley, greatly perturbed by the breaks of the game, turned savagely
upon Grinnell's substitute back.
"You're right, Mack. You've played a swell game today for Pomeroy! If
you'd stolen the signals and handed 'em to your brother's team, you
couldn't have done any better! Coach Edward's treated you pretty white
... but you're about as low as a guy could get!"
"Shut up, Bert!" demanded Frank, grabbing the outraged quarterback by
the arm as Mack accepted the blazing denunciation with clenched fists,
controlling himself with difficulty.
"He ought to be taken out!" cried fullback Steve Hilliard, equally
upset.
Grinnell team members looked to the sidelines, half-expectant that
Coach Edward would take action but he sat immobile as Pomeroy prepared
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