After an age, it seemed, he straightened up; the referee raised his arm; the Bartlett men leaned forward, expectantly; the whistle screeched; Benz booted the ball; and the great game was on! It was a splendid kickoff. The ball rose, spinning like a top and with enough impetus to send it far down the field. Knapp, Pennington quarterback, captured the pigskin on his fifteen yard line and dodged in behind his quickly formed interference. For five,--ten,--fifteen yards he ran; his advance guard toppling man after man who attempted to reach him! The crowd was on its feet, howling like mad! "Stop him!" shrieked the Bartlett stands. "Go on, Pennington!" bawled the Red and Blue. A lanky individual now loomed up in the path of the oncoming trio. It was Pole! He hurled himself straight at the knees of the interference and the men went down like ten pins. All save Knapp. Small of stature and a veritable rabbit on his feet; his interference now gone, he depended upon his own cleverness to gain more ground. He eluded the too eager arms of Benz who missed his tackle completely and struck face downward on the sod. The spectators were now become fairly wild with excitement. Such a brilliant run at the very outset of the game was entirely unlooked for! "He's got a clear field!" screamed some voice above the din. "A touchdown from kickoff!" cried a Pennington enthusiast. Knapp, in order to escape all opponents, now skirted the edge of the gridiron. He passed within a few feet of the Bartlett substitutes who were wildly hoping that some one might down him. Judd's quick eye saw only one man between Knapp and a touchdown. That man was Cateye! "Get that guy, Cateye!" bellowed Judd, making a megaphone of his hands. In that frenzied moment, above the terrific din, Cateye heard and recognized Judd's voice wafted out to him. The words seemed to give him added zeal. He raced across the field toward the speeding Knapp. The little quarterback, confronted with this new obstacle, turned in sharply as Cateye lurched through the air, in order to avoid the tackle. But Cateye had judged the distance too true and Knapp had dodged too late. There was an impact as shoulder met thigh and a crunching sound as the two rolled over and over upon the turf; then mighty cheers. "That-a-boy, Cateye!" barked Judd, joyously, while the Bartlett stands echoed his name. "Yea, Knapp!" thundered the Penningtonites. Knapp's fine sixty yard run injected a world of pep into his team and restored their confidence. The Bartlett eleven, on the contrary, was badly disheartened and shaken up by the suddenness of the spectacular run. With the ball on Bartlett's twenty-five yard line and four plays to make a touchdown the Pennington team assailed the Black and Gold line viciously. On the first play the ball went to Gordon, the heavy full back, who plowed through the right side of Bartlett's line for eight yards. "Wow! Nothing to it!" roared the Pennington stands.