through for four yards. Clearfield was "getting the jump" on her opponent at last!
"Get up! Get up!" shrieked Chester impatiently. "Signals!"
The ball was on Springdale's thirty-six yards now, it was third down and four to go. Lanny pulled Chester's head down and whispered. "Signals!" repeated the latter. "22—53—306! 22—53—!"
Tupper had slipped into the line between right guard and tackle and now Gordon Merrick was running back toward where Nelson Beaton crouched behind Chester. Then came the ball to the latter. Off raced Lanny behind his line toward the right. Chester passed to Gordon and that player, one hand outstretched to ward off attack and the ball in the crook of his right elbow, followed Lanny. The Springdale tackle was boxed and Felker sent a halfback flying out of the path. Then the cry of "In! In!" was heard and Gordon, passing behind his interference, sped through an opening in the enemy's front and was laid low for a seven-yard gain.
The middle of the field was in sight now and thus far every play had told. A plunge at the Clearfield right, Beaton carrying the ball, gained three, Lanny
