given with care. They made twelve yards, and then eight yards more, but lost the ball on a wild pass. It rolled toward Dave, and he caught it up like a flash and started to run.
"Go it, Porter, go it!" was the cry of encouragement.
"Stop him!" came the counter-cry from the Rockville rooters. "Down him, quick!"
A Rockville tackle threw himself forward. But Dave made a jump and cleared the fellow and continued on his way. Another opponent was coming up from the other side, but Phil was between, and blocked him off.
"Go it, Porter; go it, old man!"
"Keep at it! You are making the run of your life!"
Three of the Rockville team were now after him, and one at his very heels. But he was fresh, while they were fagged out, and do their best they could not catch him. Like the wind he came over the goal line.
"Whoop! hurrah!" was the wild cry, and then the horns and rattles made such a din as was never heard before. As quickly as possible a goal was kicked, and again the ball went into play. It was advanced fifteen yards into Rockville's territory when the whistle blew, and the contest came to an end.
