Lenox got the ball on their own forty-three-yard line, with five minutes left to play. Garry stiffened. Walker snapped the hall back to him. Garry tucked it under his arm and tore through Cooper and Wagner, the Pawling right end and tackle, for sixteen yards. And then began one of the fiercest exhibitions of line plunging that had ever been seen on the grounds of the High School League. Through the line Garry went again for seven. Another plunge netted him eight with almost the whole Pawling team piled up on him. Garry was playing like one possessed. His blood was up. He was fighting like a tiger. And the Lenox stands were shaking now with the roars of the excited rooters. Once more Garry took the ball, and, with his linesmen giving him superb help, went through for six more. The Pawling boys were clearly rattled. "Lenox! Lenox! Len, Len, Len! We licked them once, We'll lick them again! Lenox! Lenox! Len, Len, Len!" The chant came to Garry like a bugle call and cleared his swimming brain. Lenox was calling to him. Lenox was depending on him. Again Garry took the ball and hit the line like a thunderbolt. It bent, buckled and broke, and the fighting Lenox quarterback went through for eleven. He was sore, bruised, and dizzy. One eye was nearly closed by the roughing he had got in his repeated plunges. But through the other eye he could see the Pawling goal now only nine yards away. Could he make it? He _must_ make it! And he must make it quickly, for the time was getting terribly short. "Back me up, fellows!" he panted to his linesmen. "For the love of Pete, back me up!" Into the line he plunged once more with a fury that would not be denied. On and on he bored, panting, gasping, twisting, dodging, and went over the Pawling line for a touchdown! CHAPTER X Mysterious Happenings When the pile was untangled, Garry Grayson rose to his feet with all the breath knocked out of him. He stood there gasping while Rooster kicked the goal, making the score 13 to 7 in favor of Lenox. Before the ball could again be put in play the referee's whistle blew and the game was over. The Pawling team, game in defeat, lined up and cheered the victors, who responded in kind, and then the boys broke for the clubhouse to escape the throng that swarmed down on the field from the Lenox section, intent on mauling and pounding their heroes. Garry was caught up in the swirl and carried round the field on the shoulders of his hilarious schoolmates, who only relinquished him reluctantly at the door of the clubhouse. Once inside, Garry was the center of congratulations from his comrades on the team, who were frenzied with joy. "Gee, Garry, how did you do it?" asked Nick, clapping him on the back. "You went through that whole Pawling team like a knife through butter!" exclaimed Rooster.