play, scored again.

There was a howl of delight from the junior fans in the gallery. The
sudden triumph of the enemy seemed to daze the sophomores. They looked at
their captain in amazement, then sprang once more to their work. But the
trend the game was taking had affected them, and in their desperate
efforts to score they made mistakes. Miriam Nesbit ran with the ball and a
foul was called, which resulted in the juniors scoring a point.

Nora O'Malley, in her excitement, caught the forward she was guarding by
the arm, and again a foul was called; this time, however, the juniors made
nothing from it. But the precious time was flying and only four minutes of
the first half remained. Again Grace signaled for another secret play, and
again the juniors rose to the occasion and thwarted her.

It was maddening.

The score stood 7 to in favor of the juniors. Miriam Nesbit had the ball
now, and was trying to throw it. She stood near the junior basket. Eluding
her guard, who was dancing about in front of her, she made a wild throw.
Whether by accident or design it was hard to tell, but the ball landed
squarely in the junior basket. A whoop went up from the gallery. The
whistle blew and the first half was over. The score stood 9 to in favor of
the enemy. The last two points had been presented to the juniors.

Up in the gallery discussion ran rife. The admirers of the juniors were
loud in their praise of the superior ability of the team. The junior
class, who were sitting in a body at one end of the gallery, grew
especially noisy, and were laughing derisively at the downfall of the
sophomores.