whistle.
“Nice going!” Del grunted as he skated by.
The ref motioned Scott toward the penalty box, then skated there himself. “Tripping,” he said to the timekeeper.
The Bears tried hard to keep the puck down in Bullet territory, but, with twenty seconds remaining of Scott’s penalty, Slim
Jason blasted a shot past goalie Paul Carson into the net.
The Bullets had the puck in their possession when the timekeeper turned to Scott. “Okay. Time’s up.”
Scott rushed out onto the ice, eager to make up for that lost minute.
He seemed to have surprised the puck-carrier, for the man glanced around at him wide-eyed as Scott sneaked up from behind
him, bodychecked him aside, and stole the puck.
He dribbled the disk across the center line and the blue line with Bullets on both sides of him. He saw Skinny come into his
view at his left and passed the puck to him. The pass was good. Skinny caught it with theblade of his stick, dribbled toward the Bullets’ goal, and wrist-snapped it.
Goal!
Golden Bears’ sticks clattered against the boards. “Nice shot, Skinny!” yelled the fans.
Del skated up beside Scott and smiled. “Nice play.”
“Thanks,” said Scott, who thought,
That’s one of the nicest things he’s said to me.
The buzzer sounded and the lines skated off, giving the ice over to Lines Three. The Bullets’ line proved stronger than the
Bears’ and scored twice before Fat McCay got hot and banged in two to tie it up again, 3 to 3.
Buggsy assisted with a score and shot one in himself to put the Bears back in the lead, 5 to 3.
Lines Two went back on the ice. Hardly six seconds ticked off after the drop of the puck when Slim Jason smashed a line drive
directly for the goal. The puck shot like asmall black meteor at Scott, who was in it’s way. For the first time in a long time the little black puck turned into a little
black monster.
It was shooting directly for his face.
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S cott ducked.
At the same time he knew that if the puck sailed by him it might shoot past Paul Carson for a goal.
He raised his hand.
Smack!
The puck struck the pocket of his glove, clung there for just a fraction of a second, then dropped.
“Nice stop, Scott!” yelled Del.
Golden Bears’ sticks clattered against the sideboards, and just for a second Scott Harrison smiled. He felt good.
A Bullet sped toward him, hockey stickheld out to grab the puck. Like a shot Scott dropped his stick and flicked the puck to Del, whom he saw skating up at his
left.
Del caught the pass and dribbled it across the center and then the blue line into Bullet territory. Two Bullet defensemen
went after him. Del passed to Skinny and Skinny shot. The puck blazed through the air like a rocket, but the Bullets’ goalie
stuck out his gloved hand and stopped it.
This time Bullet hockey sticks rattled the sideboards, and cheers rang out for their goalie. “Nice save, Ed!”
Skinny and a Bullet defenseman stood ready for the face-off in the circle at the front left of the Bullets’ goal. The puck
dropped and Skinny got control of it almost instantly.
He sprinted toward the goal. A guard struck him with a bodycheck, knocked him to the ice, and the puck skittered toward thegoal crease. Another guard hooked it with the blade of his stick and whisked it away up the center of the ice.
Scott back-skated hurriedly to cover his zone. Del went after the puck-carrier, who passed to a teammate skating near the
sideboards several feet in front of Scott. Scott stopped back-skating and shot forward. Just as he started to reach for the
puck the Bullet pulled back his stick and swung.
Scott clamped his eyes shut and raised a hand.
No! No!
Quickly he opened his eyes and dropped his hand, in time to see the puck whizz past his legs.
The buzzer sounded, ending the three minutes. Lines Two went off, Lines Three went on.
Scott expected Del to remind him of what he’d done, but Del didn’t. Nor did Coach Roberts.
Neither team of
“Nice going!” Del grunted as he skated by.
The ref motioned Scott toward the penalty box, then skated there himself. “Tripping,” he said to the timekeeper.
The Bears tried hard to keep the puck down in Bullet territory, but, with twenty seconds remaining of Scott’s penalty, Slim
Jason blasted a shot past goalie Paul Carson into the net.
The Bullets had the puck in their possession when the timekeeper turned to Scott. “Okay. Time’s up.”
Scott rushed out onto the ice, eager to make up for that lost minute.
He seemed to have surprised the puck-carrier, for the man glanced around at him wide-eyed as Scott sneaked up from behind
him, bodychecked him aside, and stole the puck.
He dribbled the disk across the center line and the blue line with Bullets on both sides of him. He saw Skinny come into his
view at his left and passed the puck to him. The pass was good. Skinny caught it with theblade of his stick, dribbled toward the Bullets’ goal, and wrist-snapped it.
Goal!
Golden Bears’ sticks clattered against the boards. “Nice shot, Skinny!” yelled the fans.
Del skated up beside Scott and smiled. “Nice play.”
“Thanks,” said Scott, who thought,
That’s one of the nicest things he’s said to me.
The buzzer sounded and the lines skated off, giving the ice over to Lines Three. The Bullets’ line proved stronger than the
Bears’ and scored twice before Fat McCay got hot and banged in two to tie it up again, 3 to 3.
Buggsy assisted with a score and shot one in himself to put the Bears back in the lead, 5 to 3.
Lines Two went back on the ice. Hardly six seconds ticked off after the drop of the puck when Slim Jason smashed a line drive
directly for the goal. The puck shot like asmall black meteor at Scott, who was in it’s way. For the first time in a long time the little black puck turned into a little
black monster.
It was shooting directly for his face.
14
S cott ducked.
At the same time he knew that if the puck sailed by him it might shoot past Paul Carson for a goal.
He raised his hand.
Smack!
The puck struck the pocket of his glove, clung there for just a fraction of a second, then dropped.
“Nice stop, Scott!” yelled Del.
Golden Bears’ sticks clattered against the sideboards, and just for a second Scott Harrison smiled. He felt good.
A Bullet sped toward him, hockey stickheld out to grab the puck. Like a shot Scott dropped his stick and flicked the puck to Del, whom he saw skating up at his
left.
Del caught the pass and dribbled it across the center and then the blue line into Bullet territory. Two Bullet defensemen
went after him. Del passed to Skinny and Skinny shot. The puck blazed through the air like a rocket, but the Bullets’ goalie
stuck out his gloved hand and stopped it.
This time Bullet hockey sticks rattled the sideboards, and cheers rang out for their goalie. “Nice save, Ed!”
Skinny and a Bullet defenseman stood ready for the face-off in the circle at the front left of the Bullets’ goal. The puck
dropped and Skinny got control of it almost instantly.
He sprinted toward the goal. A guard struck him with a bodycheck, knocked him to the ice, and the puck skittered toward thegoal crease. Another guard hooked it with the blade of his stick and whisked it away up the center of the ice.
Scott back-skated hurriedly to cover his zone. Del went after the puck-carrier, who passed to a teammate skating near the
sideboards several feet in front of Scott. Scott stopped back-skating and shot forward. Just as he started to reach for the
puck the Bullet pulled back his stick and swung.
Scott clamped his eyes shut and raised a hand.
No! No!
Quickly he opened his eyes and dropped his hand, in time to see the puck whizz past his legs.
The buzzer sounded, ending the three minutes. Lines Two went off, Lines Three went on.
Scott expected Del to remind him of what he’d done, but Del didn’t. Nor did Coach Roberts.
Neither team of
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