“Well,” he said, “how you like it?” Chester shrugged his shoulders. “Too bad Springvale made that touch-down,” he said. “You feel bad!” sneered Bunol. “Everybody does,” said Chester, with apparent sincerity. “You feel worse after game, mebbe,” said Bunol. “Eh? What do you mean?” “Wait! You find out! Springvale know all Fardale’s plays. How she know them?” “How do you suppose I know?” “Perhaps you don’t. Deek Merriwell he want to see you after game.” “See me?” “He want to see you.” “What for?” “You find out,” said Bunol, with an insulting smile. “Perhaps you like it!” Now, Chester felt like striking Miguel, but he turned from the fellow, shrugging his shoulders again. Did he show guilt? Was his face pale? Did he tremble a bit? After the intermission Fardale returned to the field without a change in the team. One change had been made in Springvale’s line-up. Clark, who started the rough-house work, had “got his,” and he was replaced by a substitute named Mullen. The second half was a hustler from the very start. Both teams went into the game to win, and the swift playing set the spectators wild with excitement, and for full ten minutes it seemed an even thing. Then Fardale got the ball on Springvale’s fifty-yard line. Dick spoke to Smart, who nodded. A wedge was sent at the enemy’s center, protecting Singleton, who carried the ball, but Springvale tore the wedge to pieces. Just as a tackler came through, Singleton tossed the ball out to Dick, who had kept clear of the wedge. Dick took the ball and was away like a flash. Shannock blocked Dodge, and Merriwell rounded the end. Jolliby slipped through and flung himself before Phelps, who made a try for Dick. Phelps pulled Jolliby down. Thor came cutting in. He was in Dick’s path, and there seemed no way to escape him. The watchers held their breath as Dick made a weak effort to try to dodge to the left of the big full-back. Thor laughed and shot forward for a tackle. Dick leaped like a panther to the right, changing his course with such amazing suddenness that he escaped the hooklike hands of Thor. Wellington had been rushing down on them, but Merriwell quickly swung away, making it a stern chase. In vain Wellington tried to get near enough for a flying tackle. Dick kept on amid the wildest excitement and carried the ball over the line for Fardale’s first touch-down. But the ball had been carried over at the extreme corner of the field, making it necessary to punt it out. Dick punted the ball, Darrell being placed to catch it. Somehow Hal missed, and the chance for a goal was lost. “That settles it!” groaned a cadet. “We’ll never have another chance to tie the score in this game!”