“Yeah,” agreed Tom, “and it won’t be easy. We just happened to get the breaks.”
“Then why don’t we put the game on ice?” said Roger. “Freeze the ball! We got ’em one to nothing, that’s enough to beat them. When the whistle blows and it’s over, we win!”
Astro looked at Tom, who frowned and replied, “But we’ve still got three periods left, Roger. It isn’t fair to freeze this early in the game. If it was the last minute or so, sure. But not so early. It just isn’t fair.”
“What do you want to do?” snarled Roger. “Win, or play fair?”
“Win, of course, but I want to win the right way,” said Tom.
“How about you, Astro?” asked Roger.
“I feel the same way that Tom does,” said the big cadet. “We can beat these guys easily—and on the square.”
“You guys make it sound like I was cheating,” snapped Roger.
“Well,” said Tom, “it sure isn’t giving the Arcturus guys a break.”
The whistle blew for them to return to the goal line.
“Well,” asked Roger, “do we freeze or don’t we?”
“I don’t want to. But majority always rules in this unit, Roger.” Tom glanced at Astro. “How about it, Astro?”
“We can beat ’em fair and square. We play all out!” answered Astro.
Roger didn’t say anything. He moved to one side and took his position for the dash down field.
The whistle blew again and the crowd roared as the two teams charged toward the ball. The cadets were eager to see if the Arcturus crew could tie the score or if the crew of the Polaris would increase its lead. But after a few moments of play, their cries of encouragement subsided into rumbles of discontent. In its eagerness to score, the Arcturus unit kept making errors and lost the ball constantly but the crew of the Polaris failed to capitalize. The second period ended with the score unchanged.
As he slumped to the ground for the rest period, Astro turned on Roger bitterly. “What’s the idea, Manning? You’re dogging it!”
“You play your game, Astro,” replied Roger calmly, “I’ll play mine.”
“We’re playing this game as a team, Roger,” chimed in Tom heatedly. “You’re kicking the ball all over the lot!”
“Yeah,” added Astro. “In every direction except the goal!”
“I was never clear,” defended Roger. “I didn’t want to lose possession of the ball!”
“You sure didn’t,” said Tom. “You acted as if it was your best friend and you never wanted to be separated from it!”
“We said we didn’t want to freeze this game, Roger, and we meant it!” Astro glowered at his unit-mate. “Next period you show us some action! If you don’t want to score, feed it to us and we’ll save you the trouble!”
But the third period was the same. While Tom and Astro dashed up and down the field, blocking out the members of the Arcturus crew to give Roger a clear shot, he simply nudged the ball back and forth between the side lines, ignoring his teammates’ pleas to drive forward. As the whistle sounded for the end of the period, boos and catcalls from the grandstand filled the air.
Tom’s face was an angry red as he faced Roger again on the side lines during the rest period.
“You hear that, Roger?” he growled, nodding his head toward the stands. “That’s what they think of your smart playing!”
“What do I care?” replied the blond cadet arrogantly. “They’re not playing this game! I am!”
“And we are too!” Astro’s voice was a low rumble as he came up behind Manning. “If you don’t give us a chance, so help me, I’ll use your head for a ball!”
“If you’re so interested in scoring, why don’t you go after the ball yourselves then?” said Roger.
“Because we’re too busy trying to be a team!” snapped Tom. “We’re trying to clear shots for you!”
“Don’t be so generous,” sneered Roger.
“I’m warning you, Roger”—Astro glared at the arrogant cadet—“if you don’t straighten out and fly right—”
McKenny’s whistle from the far side lines suddenly sounded, interrupting the big cadet, and the three boys trooped back out on the field again. Again the air was filled with boos and shouts of derision and Tom’s face flushed with shame.
This time, when McKenny’s hand flashed downward, Tom streaked for the ball, instead of Schohari, his usual opponent. He measured his stride carefully and reached the ball in perfect kicking position.
He felt the satisfying thud against his foot, and saw the ball shoot out high in front of him and head for the goal line. It was a beautiful kick. But then, the ball suddenly sank, its flight altered by the action of the mercury. Running down field, Tom saw Swift and Allen meet the ball together. Allen blocked it with his chest and caromed it over to Swift. Swift let the ball drop to the ground, drawing his foot back to kick. But again, the mercury changed the ball’s action, twisting it to one side and Swift’s kick caught it on the side. Instead of the ball going down field, it veered to the left, in the path of Astro. Quickly getting his head under it, he shifted it to Roger, who streaked in and stopped it with his hip. But then, instead of passing ahead to Tom, who by now was down field and in the open, Roger prepared to kick for the goal himself.
Tom shouted a warning but it was too late. Schohari came rushing in behind him, and at running stride, met the ball squarely with his right foot. It sailed high in the air and over the Polaris goal line just as the whistle blew. The game was tied.
“That was some play, Manning,” said Astro, when they were lined up waiting for the next period to begin.
“You asked for it,” snapped Roger, “you were yapping at me to play, and now look what’s happened!”
“Listen, you loudmouthed punk!” said Astro, advancing toward the smaller cadet, but just then
