"We've got them going, Parkinson!" cried Katie. "They can't stop us now! Make this good, fellows! Play hard!"
"Hard! Hard!" croaked Jud, smiting the crouching men. "Into it! Get into it, Parkinson!"
But there was a long road to travel and time was speeding, and although three times the Brown made her distance by narrow margins, on the twenty-three yards, with the Blue's goal beckoning, Kenwood rallied and held through three downs. Then, while the shouting stands became silent, Paul Keith fell back and judged the distance to the cross-bar. Kenwood swayed and gasped, her quarter shrilly calling on his men to "_Block this kick! Block it! Block it!_" Back sped the ball, was dropped--
A groan arose from the Brown stand. Far to the right of the goal travelled the ball. The blue-stockinged warriors danced and shouted in glee. Keith's head dropped despondently as he turned back up the field. "Seven minutes to play," called the field judge. Then they were battling again.
Perhaps that lost score had its effect, for Kenwood was soon in Parkinson territory. As far as the thirty yards she went before she was stopped. Her punt went over the line and the ball came out to the twenty-five. Two attacks at the Kenwood centre brought the distance. Kenwood had new material in her line now. Brown tried an end and got three. But he was hurt and Vance took his place. Vance was stopped for a slight loss when he tried left tackle. Myron gained four through left guard and Brounker followed with three more. The tape left the ball in Parkinson's possession. Another forward, Myron to Stearns, failed. The ball was in mid-field now and there were but three minutes left. The stands were already emptying slowly. Coach Driscoll began sending in substitutes, fellows who had worked hard and deserved their letters. Joe was gone, Cummins, Cater, even Keith, who alone might score a field-goal should Fortune give the opportunity. Warren had taken Cater's place. Warren was fresh and eager and undismayed. His signals came snappily, and he pushed the wearied veterans hard.
"Make it go!" he chanted. "Make it go! Don't give up the ball! There's time enough left to score. Here's where we get away from them. Come on, Parkinson! Show your grit!"