The yell was directed at Dittler, who had made a superb leap in the air and intercepted a forward pass. Now he was legging it down the field like a jack rabbit, aided by splendid interference on the part of Knapp and Wynn. Bartlett made a dive for Dittler, but the latter straight-armed him and, dodging Ashley on the other side, made a touchdown. Wynn kicked the goal and the score was tied! The Lenox rooters made the welkin ring, and the subs on the sidelines performed an Indian snake dance. "That, Abe, is something else again!" chortled Garry. "What a pair of legs that boy has!" "He didn't run, he flew," exulted Rooster. "It would have taken an airplane to catch him." Neither side scored in the remaining minutes of play, and when the teams trotted off to the clubhouse for the rest between halves honors were even. Coach Garwin had been doing some hard thinking during that second quarter. He knew that there were two weak spots in his team that needed to be plugged, center and right halfback. In addition to the faults that the boys on the side lines had noted, he had detected others that they had failed to see. Rankin at center had been too inaccurate in passing and too slow in charging. Moreover, he was excited, and several times had lost his head at critical moments. Bellows at halfback had lacked speed in getting down field under a punt in the second or third wave. Also he hesitated at times when he should have been off like a shot. "No, they won't do. Not in this game, at least. They are short on practice," decided the coach. He looked over the bunch of subs. There was big Bill Sherwood, a bit heavier than Rankin and experienced in playing center. He would take a chance on him. For right halfback he hesitated for a moment between Garry Grayson and Rooster Long. He had more confidence in the former, and had the game been at a critical stage would have chosen him. But it was a tie, with two quarters yet to play. Besides, he wanted to see how Rooster would bear himself in a regular league game. Garry had already proved himself. Rooster was an unknown quantity. He would try him, anyway, and if he failed to make good, there was Garry ready to jump into the breach. So he called on Bill and Rooster to go in at center and right half respectively, and they galloped joyously into the fray. In that third quarter they justified Al Garwin's choice. They were fresh, ambitious, eager. Here was the chance for which they had hardly dared to hope, and now that they had it they were determined to make the most of it. Bill snapped the ball accurately and was like a bull on the charge and on defense. Rooster's nimble feet made him a great ground gainer. The rest of the team, feeling that the weak places had been plugged, took on a new lease of life.