A fumble made by Marian cost the Twos a point, when a foul committed by Norma Travers of Jane’s team evened them up again, without either side making a basket. Time after time the big spherical ball was directly in front of the elusive basket only to be dashed back by an alert opponent. “Good work!” called the crowd, as Jane tossed the ball clear into the end field, taking advantage of her privilege as center to run from one field to another. The throw had been made from the one bounce allowed, and that she had been able to take in all the privileges occasioned a sensational play. Cheer after cheer rang out, then came the expectant silence. Some one must “shoot a basket” soon, or the crowd would suffocate from pent-up excitement. Two more fouls gave each side a free throw, but nowhere near the basket came the much-abused ball. Finally the ball was in center, Jane jumped for it, pushed it to the floor to comply with that rule, and just as she raised it to throw it with straight aim for the player near the basket, Dolorez waved her hand in Jane’s face! “Foul!” shouted the referee, and “Shame!” roared the crowd. “Disqualified!” came the sentence from the referee, and Dolorez was compelled to leave the floor. She had been charged with four personal fouls, thus disqualifying her for more play, but in spite of this unenviable record she did not leave the floor without a protest. Marian, quick to realize that a word from her to an official, when only the captain should speak, might turn her out as well as Dolorez, promptly substituted Tony Dexter, but it was too late. The foul allowed Jane’s side gave the free throw needed and into the basket went the ball for Wellington. That settled it. “Jane Allen, Center!” went up a wild wonderful shout. The tie was broken, the game won for Team One, and Jane Allen became official Center for the season of 1920. “You were by all odds the best player,” said Isobel Talmadge, when quiet had almost been restored, and the players regained something of a normal condition. “But what appeared to be real strategy on Marian’s team, quickly developed into tricks, all of which measured up for fouls. I am going to call a meeting of the Athletic Board soon. There is something about Dolorez’s playing not found on school teams. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has been something of a professional.” “Oh, you can’t mean it!” breathed Jane. “She is older obviously, but how could she be a professional?” “Oh, very easily, little girl. But you have won your honors fairly and I congratulate you. We will have a record, after our Breslin Day this year, I am quite sure.” “Thank you,” said Jane simply. Judith was tugging at her sleeve and Drusilla dragging at the other arm. “Oh, come on. The seniors have a spread for us. Such real coffee and sandwiches. Isn’t that splendid?” asked Judith, smacking her lips. “But not half as good as our victory at that. Jane, aren’t you too proud to walk? Shan’t we carry you?”