Part 45 (2/2)

”Get it out, fellows!” cried Dave, and then gave a signal to bring it back. This was not expected by the Poole players, and before they realized what was occurring, the Porter seven had the puck nearly to the goal net. Here a fierce fight occurred, and the disc went back and forth with astonis.h.i.+ng rapidity. But at last Dave got it and made a goal so swiftly and so neatly it brought forth tremendous applause.

”Another for Porter's side!”

”Say, they are piling 'em up, aren't they?”

”Come, Nat! Get in the game and show us what you can do!”

With a glum face Nat Poole ordered his team to their places, and again the try for a goal started. But the seven was now thoroughly demoralized, and another goal was made by the Porters in less than four minutes. Then followed three minutes of ragged work near the middle of the field, and then the whistle blew and it was all over.

”And a regular slaughter for Nat Poole's team,” was the comment of one of the students.

”It knocked us out to take Bolton out of the game,” grumbled Nat. ”That wasn't fair.”

”Bolton wasn't any better than the rest,” answered Phil. ”Nat, you were beaten fairly and squarely, and you know it.”

”Oh, shut up!” growled the money-lender's son, and hurried away out of sight as soon as possible.

”Well, young gentlemen,” said Mr. Dodsworth to Dave and his followers, ”you did very well, and I am proud of you.”

”Mr. Dodsworth, do you think we stand any chance of beating Rockville?”

asked Dave, earnestly.

”I do, yes. But it will be no easy work.”

”Not as easy as to-day, eh?” put in Ben, with a grin.

”By no means, Ba.s.swood. I have seen the Rockville seven play two games, and they are very quick and clever. No, you must not look for any walk-over. If you win it will only be by good, clean-cut work.”

”Then I can send an acceptance of their challenge?” questioned Dave.

”Yes, and you had better do it at once,” answered the instructor; and the letter was sent by special messenger within the hour.

That evening the boys celebrated their victory by lighting a number of bonfires along the river. They were allowed to be out an hour later than usual, and skated and had a good time generally. Nat Poole and his cronies were not in evidence, but n.o.body missed them.

”I hope we don't get snow,” remarked Dave, on retiring. ”A heavy fall would knock out the game with Rockville.”

”Oh, they could clear the ice,” answered Phil. ”But I'd like to see it stay clear.”

But this was not to be. All day Sunday the sky was overcast, and by Monday morning it was snowing furiously, blotting out the landscape on all sides.

”Here is where we stay indoors and do some studying,” remarked Roger, making a wry face.

”Good chance to catch up,” was Ben's comment. ”I've got to bone at some Latin anyway.”

”And I have a theme to finish,” added Dave. ”Let us do all the studying we can,” he went on. ”Then, if it clears off, we'll have so much more time outdoors.”

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