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Julia Crosby and Grace Harlowe once more faced each other on the field of
action. This time Grace won the toss and sent the ball whizzing to the
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
managed to do the same soon after. There were two more minutes of the
game, and the score stood 10 to 10. It looked as though it might end in a
tie. One of the juniors had the ball. With unerring aim she threw it to
goal. It never reached there, for Miriam Nesbit made a dash, sprang
straight into the air and caught the ball before it reached its
destination. Quick as a flash she threw it to Nora, who threw it to Marian
Barber. The latter being near the basket threw it to goal without any
trouble.
Before the juniors could get anywhere near the ball the whistle blew and
the game closed. Score 12 to 10. The sophomores had won.
The noise in the gallery was deafening. Miriam's sensational playing had
taken every one by storm. A crowd of sophomores rushed down to the
gymnasium and began dancing around her singing their class song. Her
cheeks were scarlet and her eyes blazed with triumph. She was a lion at
last, and now the rest would follow. She felt sure that she would be asked
to take the place of Grace as captain. She had shown them what she could
do. Grace had done nothing but cause trouble. The team would be better off
without her.
Anne and Jessica were waiting in the corridor for Grace and Nora. The two
players rapidly changed their clothes and soon the chums were walking down
the quiet street.
"Well," said Jessica, "Miriam has done it at last."
"She has, indeed," responded Grace, "and no one begrudges her her glory.
She made a star play and saved the day for us. She is loyal to the team
even if she doesn't like their captain."
"I don't know about that," said Nora, "I think she might have exerted
herself during the first game if she wanted so much to show her loyalty.
She was anything but a star player, then. I have no faith in her,
whatever. She cares for no one but herself, and that star play was for her
own benefit, not because of any allegiance to her team. She's up to
something, you may depend upon that."
"Oh, Nora, don't be too hard on her. She deserves great credit for her
work. Don't you think so, girls?" Grace turned appealingly to Anne and
Jessica.
"It was a remarkable play," said Anne.
Jessica made no answer. She would not praise Grace's enemy, even to please
Grace.
"You may say what you please," said Nora obstinately, "I shall stick to my
own convictions. The way those girls stood in the corner and whispered
during intermission was simply disgraceful. Mark my words, something will
come of it."
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