goal thrower, who tried for goal and caged the ball without effort. This
aroused the sophomores, and Grace could have danced for joy as she saw
that they were really going to work in earnest. The juniors were on the
alert, too. If they won to-day that meant the season's championship. If
they won the third game, that meant a complete whitewash for the
sophomores.

So the juniors hotly contested every inch of the ground, and the
sophomores found that they had their hands full. The first half of the
game closed with the score 8 to 6 in favor of the juniors.

During the intermission of twenty minutes between halves, the sophomores
retired to the little room off the gymnasium to rest. The outlook was
indeed gloomy. It was doubtful whether they could make up their loss
during the last half. Marian Barber, Eva Allen and Miriam whispered
together in one corner. Grace sat with her chin in her hand, deep in
thought, while Nora stood staring out the window trying to keep back the
tears. Two or three of the substitutes strolled in and joined Miriam's
group. The whispering grew to be a subdued murmur. The girls were
evidently talking about Grace, hence their lowered voices. Their
long-suffering captain looked at them once or twice, made a move as if to
join them, then sat down again. Nora's blood was up at the girls'
rudeness. She marched over to the group and was about to deliver her
opinion of them in scathing terms, when the whistle sounded. There was a
general scramble for places. Then the ball was put in play and the second
half began.

The sophomores managed to tie the score during the early part of the last
half, and from that on held their own. They fought strenuously to keep the
juniors from scoring. When the juniors did score, the plucky sophomores