opened a wide hole. The Springdale line had been pulled apart and the secondary defense had been drawn out. Chester slipped away from a tackle and staggered on, dodged past a back and was pulled down finally after ten yards had passed under his feet. The linesmen pulled up their rods and scampered past two white marks and the Clearfield section shouted wildly. Chester, breathless, was pulled to his feet and trotted back to position.
"Regular formation!" he called. "Line up! Get down there, Scott! Signals! 309—25—62!" Lanny jumped to the right in front of Chester. "309—25—62!"
It was Lanny's ball, direct from center, and he sprang at the same hole as before, Tupper clearing it out for him. But only two yards resulted this time. "Second down! Eight to go!" announced the referee.
"Line up quickly!" called Chester. "Here we go now! Regular formation! Signals! 98—99—84! 98—99—!"
The ball went to Chester, was passed to Nelson Beaton, and that youth struck like a cannon ball at the opposing left guard and tackle hole and piled
