"The score's still 10 to 9 in our favor! Gee, that's great!" gasped Rooster, as he threw himself down on the ground to rest. Garry was too winded to say anything. He had almost reached the limit of his endurance. That whistle seemed to him the sweetest music he had ever heard. "We're still ahead," Nick agreed with Rooster, but with well-founded anxiety in his tone. "But look where they'll be when the next period begins. Only six yards to go and three downs to do it in." "We'll make that six yards look like six miles," declared Ted, with a confidence in his tone that, however, he was far from feeling. On the bleacher seats Sandy Podder and Lent Stewart looked on with eyes smouldering with discontent and apprehension. "Gee, I'd give fifty dollars to see the regulars knock 'em cold," muttered Lent gloomily. "Lenox won't hold those scrubs if they down the first string team." "That fellow Grayson certainly has luck," growled Sandy. "If he lost a time-table, they'd give him the railroad." But the disgruntled soreheads had an opportunity to cheer within two minutes after the fourth period began, for the regulars came out with a fierce determination to make that six yards that alone separated them from a touchdown. It would not do to throw away that chance in the very shadow of the enemy's goal posts. For this desperate effort they chose their best material, Wynn, Knapp and Dittler. Dittler came first, and, lowering his head, he plunged like a bull in a hole made for him between guard and tackle. The play netted three yards. Knapp came next, but Bill Sherwood threw him back for the loss of a yard. Then Wynn took the ball and made two yards more. "Brace, fellows! Brace!" yelled Garry. The line stiffened. Dittler bucked it with all his might. There was a furious mix-up, but when the mass was disentangled Dittler was over the line with a yard to spare. There was frantic cheering from the upper classmen, which deepened in volume when Wynn kicked the goal. 16 to 10 in favor of the regulars and the final period well on its way! Now superior weight and age and condition began to tell. The scrubs had almost shot their bolt. Their strength was ebbing, although their courage still remained. Encouraged by having regained the lead, the regulars now put into play all that they possessed. Almost from the kick-off the ball was in their possession. They started down the field in a triumphal march. Time after time they made their distance, and when they had come within striking distance of the goal by a series of mass plays, a brilliant run about the right end by Benny Knapp carried the ball over the goal for another touchdown. Dittler kicked the goal and the score was 23 to 10 in favor of the regulars. "I guess they've got us," mourned Rooster. "Snap out of it!" returned Garry. "The game isn't over till the whistle blows."