[Gutenberg 26160] • Dave Porter and His Rivals; or, The Chums and Foes of Oak Hall

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ... put up a trick on us!" grumbled Nat. "They got that touchdown by a fluke." "Well, I wish we could make one in the same way," retorted Rand. Since being elected manager, he had had anything but an easy task of it to make the eleven pull together. Some of the old players wanted Dave, Roger, Phil, and the others back, and threatened to leave unless a change was made. "This looks as if Oak Hall was out of it," whispered Phil to his chums, during the intermission. "Oh, I don't know," returned Dave. "A touchdown and a goal isn't such a wonderful lead." At the beginning of the second half it was seen that Guy Frapley and his fellow-players were determined to do something if they could. But they were excited and wild, and the captain could do little to hold them in. Several times they got confused on the signals, and once one of the new ends lost the ball on a fumble that looked almost childish. Inside of ten minutes, amid a mad yelling from the Lemington supporters, the ball was forced over the Oak Hall line for another touchdown, and another goal was kicked. Then, five minutes later, came a goal from the field. "Hurrah! That's the way to do it!" yelled a Lemington supporter. "Fifteen to nothing!" cried another. "Thought Oak Hall knew how to play football!" "They ought to play some primary school kidsl" "You shut up!" screamed Nat Poole, in sudden rage. "We know what we are doing!" "You ought to be an ice-man, --you're slow enough," retorted the Lemingtonite, and this brought forth a laugh, and made Nat madder than ever. Again the ball was placed in play, and this time Oak Hall did all it could to hold its own. But it was of no avail. Lemington carried the air of victory with it, and its confidence could not be withstood. Again the ball was shoved over...