There had by that time been three changes in Alton’s line-up, all in the second quarter. Cahill had gone in at center for Lum Patten, whose game knee had received a further indignity, Ness had superseded Storer and Keys had taken Walsh’s place at right half. Walsh had shown up rather poorly on defense. Nip had been retired that he might be returned later in fresh condition. In the draped-off corner of the gymnasium floor during the fifteen minutes between the halves Coach Cade talked very quietly and convincingly. They had, he told them, shown themselves able to stop Mt. Millard’s line attack. Consequently, the adversary would undoubtedly rely more strongly than before on her aerial game. And she would get away with it unless Alton watched more closely and covered the opposing eligibles. “You must stop trying to guess the play, fellows. You can’t do it against a team like the one you’re up against to-day. The only way to find what the play is going to be is to use your eyes and your brains and, above all, watch the ball! Don’t think that the enemy is going to do a certain thing just because it’s what you’d do in her case. She’s got a clever quarter in there and he has caught you napping twice already. Watch the ball every minute and follow it close. That’s the only way you’ll stop Mt. Millard.” The third quarter was Mt. Millard’s, although there was no scoring. A forlorn attempt from Alton’s thirty-seven yards to put the ball over from a placement kick failed badly some five minutes after the start. Still later, after Alton had made a fine but futile drive down the field from her own thirty-eight to Mt. Millard’s thirty-six, the home team took possession of the ball and by plays off the tackles, two forward passes that netted but twelve yards and a twenty-odd-yard dash by the left half worked the pigskin back to the visitor’s twenty-eight. There it was when the third quarter ended. Nip Storer had already returned to his position at left half and Patten was back at center. Nat Wick, hurt in a savage attack at his position, had yielded to Hop Meecham. Now another change was made, for Ted Ball hobbled on and relieved Bus Lovell. Not that Bus appeared to view it as a relief, however! With two downs remaining, Mt. Millard tried her familiar trick of faking a kick and threw forward. Dutch Kruger, though, had his man covered well and the ball grounded. The Mt. Millard full-back strode off to the thirty-seven yards and held out his arms. But before his foot reached the ball Billy Haines was on top of him and the kick only sent the pigskin bounding back from Billy’s body. Followed a wild and frantic pursuit that was finally ended when Fitz Savell fell on the ball close to the forty-five-yard line.