The stands were quieter now. The great game was three-quarters over. Bartlett had put up a wonderful fight against a much better team, and lost. The Penningtonites were just toying with them now, playing a defensive game. But, what's this? The stands came to life with a jump and a howl! Neil, quarterback, had taken the ball and dodged through a hole in the line made by Judd. He passed by his interference and the Pennington linemen. As he did this and entered the open field, Gordon, fullback, rushed in and made a clean tackle, hitting Neil so hard that the ball was knocked completely out of his grasp. Judd, who was following up on the play, saw the ball bound away and was after it. Instead of falling upon it he scooped it up and, although tackled by two men, he dragged them the remaining five yards for a touchdown! "Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rube! Rube! Rube!" boomed the Bartlett rooters. "Bully work, Rube!" shouted Benz. "Say,--did you ever try kicking goals? My ankle's no good,--" "Well,--I reckon I can if I have to." Benz held the ball. Judd poised it to his liking. He seemed unconscious of the tremendous ovation the stands were giving him. Plunk! The ball whizzed over the goal posts! Score, Pennington, 13; Bartlett, 7. "Say!" gasped Neil, weakly. "Take me out! I'm all in!" The heavy tackle by Gordon had shaken him up badly. Potts and Judd helped Neil to the sidelines. "Rip 'em up gang! We'll trim 'em yet!" were his parting words. McCabe, substitute quarter, alive with pep and joy at his chance, jumped in at Neil's place and helped revive the gathering spirits of the team, exhorting every man to do his utmost. Judd kicked off to Pennington. McCabe, inspired by his first chance, shot off down the field like a flash, eluding the advance guard, and downing the Pennington runner single handed, on his thirty yard line. Bartlett was now fully alive and fighting hard but Pennington was battling just as stubbornly. Pennington made her first down largely due to the work of Gordon who went through the right side of the line, three successive times, for big gains. Pole and Potts had been giving their last ounce of strength to prevent the Pennington line from breaking through, but to no avail. A halt was called in the game and two other Bartlett subs, Thorpe and Preston, got their chances. Now Pennington shifted her attack to the other side of the line and Judd, almost worn out, was called upon to give all the power he had to stop further gaining. Knapp slipped away for another long run. The ball was on Bartlett's fifteen yard line and eight minutes left to play.