Two passes by Greenfield were knocked down. Wallace, the enemy quarterback, kicked twenty-five yards, and Knapp was downed on the Lenox forty-five yard line before he could take a step. Dittler cut through left tackle and got away for forty-two yards before he was driven out of bounds by Holcomb on Greenfield's thirteen-yard line. Here, with their goal threatened, Greenfield took a mighty brace, and three successive line plunges failed to gain an inch. On the fourth down Payne tried for a field goal but his drop-kick was short. But Garry recovered the ball on the Greenfield nine-yard line. Again Greenfield braced and two line smashes gained only two yards. On the third down, Minter plunged between right guard and tackle but was met so furiously that he was thrown back for a four-yard loss. On the fourth down Lenox tried a forward pass but it was intercepted by Rogers, who ran to the Greenfield thirty-yard line. Bush made two through the line and Wallace punted forty-five yards, Garry being downed in his tracks on the Lenox twenty-two yard line. Knapp made three yards in two line smashes. Garry punted for thirty-seven yards and Holcomb came back fifteen yards before he was downed. He fumbled as he was tackled, and Lenox recovered on its thirty-eight yard line. Again Lenox plunged at the Greenfield line, Dittler going through for three yards. A forward pass from Minter was grounded. Knapp found a hole at left tackle and slid through for four. On the fourth down Garry himself took the ball and went through for five yards, making the distance and still keeping possession of the ball. On a crisscross play Dittler was thrown for a loss of three yards. And just then the whistle blew and the period ended with the ball in Lenox's keeping near mid-field. It had been a furious struggle, with honors about even. If anything, Lenox had a slight edge, as most of the time the ball had been in the enemy's territory and twice she had come within striking distance of the Greenfield goal. The "baby" had come up to scratch, and roars of frenzied applause went up from the Lenox rooters, led by their cheer leaders, who, dressed in white, went through all sorts of acrobatic antics before the stands. Answering roars went up from the Greenfield section and their brass band added to the tumult as the players, panting and breathless, took their minute of rest, sprawled out on the turf. Garry was covered with dust, his nose bleeding, his hands scratched, his chest heaving from his exertions. "Oh, look at Garry!" squealed Ella. "He's hurt!" "Hurt nothing!" retorted Jane Danter, her face flushed with excitement. "He's as happy as a clam. Go it, Garry!" she called in her shrill treble. "We're all rooting for you!" Garry looked at her and grinned. Jane sure was a nice girl.