"Touchdown! Touchdown!" came the fierce cries. Randall realized that she had been scored upon for the first time that season, and the fact was bitter to her.
The goal was kicked, and there were six points against our friends. It was disconcerting, but they went back into the play with such fierce energy that inside of the next ten minutes they had forced their opponents up the field to their five-yard line.
"Now, boys, give it to 'em! Don't wait until you can see the whites of their eyes, but give it to 'em!" howled Bean Perkins.
"Touchdown! Touchdown!" yelled the Randall crowd.
"Give 'em the good old song, fellows," fairly screamed Bean. "Conquer or Die," and he led the singing of "Aut Vincere, Aut Mori."
It was just the note needed to make the Randall players turn themselves into football fiends, and they ripped the Fairview line apart, and had the ball over in another minute.
"Now, kick the goal, and tie the score!" urged Bean, but it was not to be. The ball hit the post, and bounced back, and Fairview had still one point the better.
There was hard playing the rest of the half, but neither side scored.
"Well, what do you think about it?" asked
