As if in obedience to such promptings, North Side began again harder,
more desperately than ever. A penalty for holding put High School back
to her twenty-three yards. An end run gained but a yard, and Brimmer
punted almost straight into air. When the ball stopped rolling it was
North Side’s on High School’s thirty-two yards. Yells of delight and
encouragement came from the stand, and Danny hurled Wightson at the
line again. Two yards resulted, McCoy stopping the runner. Larue made
four on left tackle and was pulled down by Brimmer. Wightson again at
Fudge’s position and three yards more were gained. Wightson at right
guard and first down made.
Twenty to go now. Danny Shores himself took the ball but made no gain.
Then Wightson made three and the fullback two, and, with five to gain
on fourth down, Danny faked a place-kick and sent Wightson straight
into the line, plunging, dodging, straining, and made the distance by
a bare two inches, as the tape showed! Pandemonium reigned in the
North Siders’ camp. Entreaties, commands, threats of personal violence
were hurled at the players! High School gathered herself compactly,
concentrating her whole strength behind the center of her line. For
North Side had tried no end of plays and seemed not to have included
them in her education. But Danny Shores was red-headed, and so is a
fox. A try at the center yielded a scant two feet and took the ball
to the nine yards. Then the pigskin was shot back to Larue and that
swarthy-faced little Canuck shot around Grover’s end like a weasel and
planted the ball just behind the left goal-post!
The North Side supporters were all for rushing onto the field and
carrying the heroic Larue around on their shoulders, and it was all
that Will Scott and the officials, aided by most of the visiting team,
could do to persuade them to postpone that ceremony. When order had
been restored and the delighted and noisily appreciative supporters had
been cajoled back of the side line again, Danny essayed to kick the
goal. But North Side’s chance to win the game there and then was lost,
for the ball went well under the cross-bar, and High School shouted its
relief.
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