With the score at 6 to 0 the game went on to the whistle that ended the second period, Alton battling fiercely to reach the Lorimer goal and never getting nearer than the thirty-six yards. Lorimer appeared willing to cry quits for the balance of the half, kicking on second down and seeming satisfied to play on the defensive. It was a penalty against the visitor for holding that aided Alton in penetrating as far into the enemy territory as the thirty-six. There, with two to go on fourth down, Captain Emerson, faking a placement kick, threw over the line. Menge, however, who was to have taken the pass, failed to get into position and the ball grounded. The half ended there. Leonard plodded back to the gymnasium with the others and sat around and felt very small and useless. There had been plenty of minor casualties, and Jake was busy all during the intermission. Coach Cade talked earnestly to this player and that and finally to them all. He didn’t say much. He told them, in effect, that they were playing a mighty good team and there was no disgrace attached to the touchdown that had been scored against them. He said that in the next half they would find it easier to stop Lorimer’s rushes, now that they knew her game better, and that he didn’t see why they shouldn’t be able to score a couple of times themselves. “Of course,” he added quietly, “you’ll have to play very differently from the way you’ve been playing, fellows. I’m willing to take my share of the blame, but there isn’t one of you with enough assurance to tell me that you played that half the way I’ve taught you to play! You tried out a system of your own. And it didn’t work. Now, then let’s try the other style of football, the sort you’ve been learning for the last two years. Watch the ball and not the players. You’ve been fooled so often you ought to have enough by now! And when you have the ball start sooner. Don’t let the other fellows stop you on your side of the line. And play hard, fellows, _hard_! Why, you haven’t any of you perspired yet! Come on out now and show those big guys what a lot of poor shrimps they are!” Of course what ought to have happened then is this. Alton, inspired by the coach’s words, filled with a new courage and a greater determination, returned to the field and trampled the foe underfoot, showing a startling reversal of form and winning the game by an overwhelming score. Well, maybe, but it didn’t happen that way so any one could notice it. This is a truthful narrative, and facts are facts.