The Pawling backs got into their stride now and developed an attack that for a time seemed irresistible. Berry hit the line for six, and in the next try made it six more. Tucker took it through for two and then on a superb pass, Jackson to Dorr, the latter whizzed around right end and dodged through almost the entire Lenox team for a touchdown. Berry kicked the goal and the score was Pawling 7, Lenox 6. In the twinkling of an eye the situation had been reversed, and the lead of Lenox had gone glimmering. Bedlam reigned in the Pawling section of the stands. "Pawling! Pawling! Send 'em home bawling." "You've got them rattled!" "Make it a massacre!" "Who said they were champions?" The Lenox rooters hurled back a stout defiance, but it was almost lost in the uproar that came from the partisans of the home team. "Looks as though the cyclone got mixed and hit the wrong fellows," muttered Rooster. "Never mind," replied Garry cheerily. "We're due for the next break. We've just begun to fight. Snap into it." The rest of the quarter was a seesaw with no material advantage for either team. Lenox had braced, and their line was like a stone wall. Finding attempts here were fruitless, Pawling resorted to aerial attacks, but most of these were uncompleted. At the very end of the period a punt by Garry sent the ball far into enemy territory and Tucker ran it back to the Pawling thirty-yard line. Only one quarter remained to play, and Garry spent the minute between periods in bracing up his team. "Here's the dope, fellows," he said. "It's a cinch now that Pawling will play for time. All they've got to do is to hold us down and the game is theirs. But it's always a weakness to take the defensive. It's the fellow on offense who wins, the fellow with a punch, the fellow who doesn't know when he's beaten. That's us. We're going in like wildcats. We're going to tear the hide off of them. Are you with me?" "You bet we are!" went up a roar, inspired by the indomitable spirit of their leader. As the period opened with the ball in Pawling's possession on its own thirty-yard line, the home team tried two line plunges without effect. Tucker punted to Lenox's twenty-five-yard line. Nick shot through center for six yards, and on the next play, Rooster punted, the ball being partly blocked and going to Pawling on its forty-three-yard line. Pawling gained three yards on two downs, but fumbled on the next play, and it was Lenox's ball on their thirty-yard line, Lenox being penalized ten yards for offside play. Back and forth went the ball, each side trying desperately to get possession of it, but neither being able to make any consistent gains once they had it. The time was going fast and every tick of the referee's watch was worth something to Pawling, who had only to retain its present lead to win. "But we've got to win!" Garry kept muttering to himself. "We've just got to win!"