Steadily, against fierce opposition, they advanced down the field until they were within eighteen yards of the Bass Lake goal. Then, on a delayed pass that bewildered their opponents for a moment, Rooster got the ball and skirted the left end for a touchdown. A burst of frenzied cheering from the Lenox rooters greeted the feat. "That's going some!" "Oh, you Rooster!" "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" Knapp missed kicking the goal by the merest fraction of an inch, and the score was 13 to 7 in favor of Lenox. But the Bass Lake boys were far from beaten, and before the period closed they had evened the score and more, for an unfortunate fumble by Payne enabled Ellis to scoop up the ball on the run and make a splendid run of twenty-two yards that carried him over the Lenox goal line. The try for goal was successful, and Bass Lake was ahead by the scant margin of one point, and the period ended with that score unchanged. "Not so good," muttered Garry, who had been in the seventh heaven of delight when Rooster had made his touchdown. "Only one point ahead, but that means an awful lot at this stage of the game," mourned Nick Danter. After a brief minute of rest the opposing warriors were at it again. For a time it looked as though neither team could gain. The ball passed from one side to the other repeatedly, and most of the time remained near the middle of the field. Then it seemed as though Lenox's hopes had indeed gone, for Wynn was so badly knocked out in a collision with Bartlett that time had to be called while he was assisted off the field. "That's curtains for us," muttered Ted. "And only six minutes left to play!" moaned Nick. "Get in there, Grayson," called the coach. Off went Garry's blanket, and he sped out into the field. A strange feeling came over the lad as he took Wynn's place. He was at quarterback, his old position, the one in which he had led the Hill Street school to the championship. The position fitted him like a glove. The confidence he showed in every move put new life into the Lenox team. Bill at center was passing the ball to him, and they worked together like the two blades of a shears. Lenox had the ball, and Rooster plunged through for four yards. Knapp was good for two more. Dittler was thrown for no gain, but on the fourth down Garry himself went through for four, just making the distance. Now Lenox was within thirty yards of the enemy's goal. But the Bass Lake boys had braced grimly and desperately. Knapp made but one yard on the first down. Dittler gained three more, but on the next try he was halted in his tracks. The time was growing perilously short. With six yards to go on the fourth down against the stiffened resistance of the foe, Garry took a desperate chance. Bill snapped the ball to him. Garry dropped back and kicked. The ball sped toward the Bass Lake goal twenty-eight yards away. At first it looked as though it might go under the bar. But it rose as it progressed and just cleared the bar.