of?" "Eat 'em up, Pat! Show us what you know!" "Give us a touchdown now! Are you goin' to let 'em lick yer?" "Where's yer fight, Terry? Kill 'em, boy, kill 'em!" "Give us a score, Danny! Let's do 'em up, now."
As if in obedience to such promptings, North Side began again harder, more desperately than ever. A penalty for holding put High School back to her twenty-three yards. An end run gained but a yard, and Brimmer punted almost straight into air. When the ball stopped rolling it was North Side's on High School's thirty-two yards. Yells of delight and encouragement came from the stand, and Danny hurled Wightson at the line again. Two yards resulted, McCoy stopping the runner. Larue made four on left tackle and was pulled down by Brimmer. Wightson again at Fudge's position and three yards more are gained. Wightson at right guard and first down made.
Twenty to go now. Danny Shores himself took the ball but made no gain. Then Wightson made three and the fullback two, and, with five to gain on fourth down, Danny faked a place-kick and sent Wightson straight into the line, plunging, dodging, straining, and made the distance by a bare two
