Even before it came toward earth a wild "hurrah!" went up from the east side.
The ball went straight between the bars! Score: "Six to five!" Badger and his young reliables were quietly smiling, now.

Captain Halsey began to look glum.
"Four bars of 'Hot Time' once more!" begged Dick Prescott, in a voice that sounded as if palsy-touched.
The band blared out while the teams were changing ends.
Once more Cobber got the ball on the kick-off.

A massed rush was made for Gridley's goal, but it didn't get far.

With eleven minutes left to play, and a lead on the score, Badger had resolved on using up all the reserve strength, if need be.

Gridley had not yet called on any substitutes, and several capable young "subs" waited just outside the lines, frantic for a call.