Mr. Cade started his substitutes in almost with the kick-off of the second half, and before the third period was well along only four regulars remained in the line-up. There was, of course, a murmur of disapproval from the stand, but the game was so evidently Alton’s for the taking that censure was light. For a period of perhaps five minutes New Falmouth caused uneasiness in the home camp, for she took the ball on steady rushing from her own forty-yard line to Alton’s thirty-two before she was halted. There Gus Thomas, playing left tackle, nailed a New Falmouth back behind his line for a six-yard loss, and the misfortune broke the enemy’s stride. An attempt at a forward heave went bad, a wide run was smeared for no gain and when, on fourth down, a courageous youth tried to lift the ball over the bar by the place-kick route from the forty-six yards the attempt was foredoomed. The pigskin fell many yards short and into Fitz Savell’s eager arms, and Fitz dodged and wormed his way to his own twenty-two before he was downed. That advance was New Falmouth’s final bolt, and never again did she make a first down. Alton scored a third touchdown after some twelve minutes of play, Couch going through the enemy’s center from her six yards. Bus Lovell missed the try-for-point. Again, in the last quarter, Fitz Savell brought the crowd to its feet with a long run from mid-field that put the pigskin on New Falmouth’s seven yards. Bert was in then, having just taken Keys’ place at right half, and it was to Bert that Bus Lovell shot the ball on the first down. The play was from balanced line and Bert carried between the enemy right tackle and right end. As those men were double teamed, and as Fitz went ahead as interference, Bert shot through cleanly and kept his feet to the one yard. There he was simultaneously tackled by the opposing full-back and quarter, but he managed to get the ball over the line before he was borne back. Again Bus failed to kick the goal. The game ended some two minutes later, the score 26 to 10, and Bert went off the field with the rest of the squad, after a somewhat breathless cheer for the adversary, striving hard not to show the elation he felt. Since that was the first touchdown he had ever scored against an outside team, disguising his pleasure wasn’t easy. He found himself grinning several times on the way to the gymnasium and straightened his mouth hastily, hoping none of the others had seen. Chick, again rather disgruntled because he hadn’t been allowed to play more than slightly over two periods, smote Bert on the back as they entered the building. “Good stuff, old scout!” he declared. “That was a nice little scamper of yours. You’re a credit to my training.” Bert smiled in as off-handed a manner as he could manage. “No one could have failed on that play,” he answered. “That hole was as wide as a barn door, Chick. Gus Thomas and Bus put out the tackle, and Couch--”