, "but there's another half, and
you seem to have forgotten that."

The school broke into a song and the teams sat down for a much needed
rest. Polly looked up at the gallery and nodded merrily to Bob. Then she
went up to Eleanor.

"I'm sorry; but I'm going to put Maud in the next half," she said.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Eleanor exclaimed. "I've lost my nerve."

"Get ready, Maud," Polly said, going over to the subs; "you've got a
hard job ahead."

"Righto!" Maud said, instantly; and Polly walked over to Fanny. She was
crying on Betty's shoulder.

"Take me out," she sobbed, as Polly came up. "I'm no good on earth."

"You are quite right; you aren't," Polly replied, sternly. "I never saw
such a silly exhibition of flunk. If I had any one to put in your place,
I would; but you know I haven't."

Betty looked up in surprise. She thought Polly was being a little too
hard on poor Fanny.

"I never saw such poor plays in my life," Polly continued,
relentlessly. "You seemed to enjoy flunking. If you'd stop thinking of
Jack and John and the rest of your admirers and pay a little attention
to the game, we might stand a chance," she concluded, coldly.

"Why, Polly!" Fanny dried her eyes. "You shouldn't talk to me like that.
I did the best I could, and I wasn't thinking of boys," she denied,
angrily, "and you know it."

Polly refused to even listen. She turned her back on Fanny and sat down
beside Lois.

"And that's all right," she said contentedly.

"What is?" Lois demanded. "Poll, we haven't a chance."

"Oh, yes, we have; just watch."

The whistle blew for the second half and the teams returned to their
places. Instead of tears, Fanny's eyes flashed indignant protest, and
her mouth was set in a firm line.

Maud took Eleanor's place, much to the latter's satisfaction. Betty won
the first toss up, passed the ball to Fanny. She bounced it to line and
threw it to Polly. She was so angry that she literally fired the ball.
Polly caught it, tossed it to Lois, and she made a clean basket.

"What did I tell you?" she said; "we're going to win this game."

They played hard for the rest of the half. Maud persistently refused to
let the Fenwick forward even touch the ball. In her attempt to get
beyond the reach of Maud's guarding arm, she went over the line, and
Polly made a basket on the foul.

The spectators were breathless as the score mounted up--7-3, 7-5 and at
last 7-7. The girls cheered encouragement and Bob and U