in their general disorder of plan, they could do nothing to prevent the palatines from making goal after goal till, when the referees whistle announced that the first twenty-minute half was over, the score stood 12 to 6 against kingston. the twins were feeling sore enough as it was, but when they went to the dressing-room dripping with sweat and gasping for breath from their hard exertions, tug appeared to rub salt into their wounds by a little lecture upon their shortcomings and fargoings. heady, he said, i guess you have been away from us a little too long. the lakerim athletic club never approved of foul playing on the part of itself or any one else, and you got just what you deserved for forgetting your dignity. i suppose reddy got the disease from you. but i want to say right here that you have got to play like lakerim men or there is going to be trouble. the twins realized the depths of their disgrace before tug spoke, and they were too much humiliated in their own hearts to resent his lofty tone. they determined to wipe the disgrace out in the only way it could be effaced: by brilliant, clean playing in the second half of the game. when the intermission was over, they went in with such vim that they broke up all the plans of the palatines for gaining goal, and put them to a very fierce defensive game. heady soon scored a goal by passing the ball back to reddy and then running forward well into palatine territory, and receiving it on a long pass, and tossing it into the basket before he could be obstructed. but this ray of hope was immediately dimmed by the curious action of macmanus, who, forgetting that he was not on the football field, and receiving the ball unexpectedly, made a brilliant run down the field with it, carrying it firmly against his body. he was brought back with a hang-dog expression and the realization that he had unconsciously played foul and given the palatines another free throw, which made their score 13 to 8. a little later reddy, finding himself with his back to the palatine goal, and all chance of passing the ball to his brother foiled by the large overshadowing form of the palatine captain, determined to make a long shot at luck, and threw the ball backward over his head. a loud yell and a burst of applause announced that fortune had favored him: he had landed the ball exactly in the basket. but heady went him one better, for he made a similarly marvelous goal with a smaller element of luck. finding himself in a good position for a try, he was about to send the ball with the overhead throw that is usual, when he was confronted by a palatine guard, who completely covered all the space in front of the diminutive heady. like a flash heady dropped to the floor in a frog-like attitude, and gave the ball a quick upward throw between the mans outspread legs and up into the basket. and now the audience went wild indeed at seeing two such plays as have been seen only once or twice in the history of the game. with the score of 13 to 12 in their favor, the palatines made a strong rally, and prevented the kingstonians from scoring. they were tired, and evidently thought that their safety lay in sparring for time. and the referee seemed willing to aid them, for his watch was in his hand, and the game had only the life of a few seconds to live, when the ball fell into the hands of heady. the desperate boy realized that now he had the final chance to retrieve the day and wrest victory from defeat. he was far, far from the basket, but he did not dare to risk the precious moment in dribbling or passing the ball. the only hope lay in one perfect throw. he held the ball in his hands high over his head, and bent far back. he straightened himself like a bow when the arrow of the indian leaves its side. he gave a spring into the air, and launched the ball at the little basket. it soared on an arc as beautiful as a rainbows. it landed full in the basket. but the force of the blow was so great that the ball choggled about and bounded out upon the rim. there it halted tantalizingly, rolled around the edge of the basket, trembled as if hesitating whether to give victory to the palatines or the kingstons. after what seemed an age of this dallying, it slowly dropped to the floor. a deep, deep sigh came from the lips of all, even the palatines. and down into the hearts of the twins there went a solemn pain. they had lost the gamethat was bad enough; but they knew that they deserved to lose it, that their own misplays had brought their own punishment. but they bore their ordeal pluckily, and when, the next week, they met another team, they played a clean, swift game that won them stainless laurels. xiv snow-time set quiz to wondering what he could do to occupy his spare moments; for the drifts were too deep for him to continue his beloved pastime of bicycling, and he had to put his wheel out of commission. so he went nosing about, trying a little of everything, and being satisfied with nothing. the academy hockey team, of which jumbo was the leader, was working out a fine game and making its prowess felt among the rival teams of the tri-state interscholastic league. but hockey did not interest quiz; for though he could almost sleep on a bicycle without falling over, when he put on a pair of skates you might have thought that he was trying to turn somersaults or describe interrogation-points in the air. it was a little cold for rowing,though quiz pulled a very decent oar,and the shell would hardly go through the ice at an interesting speed. indoor work in the gymnasium was also too slow for quiz, and he was asking every one what pastime there was to interest a young man who required speed in anything that was to hold his attention. at length he bethought him of a sport he had seen practised during a visit he paid once to some relatives in minnesota, where the many norwegian immigrants practised the art of running upon the skies. at first sight this statement looks as if it might have come out of the adventures of that trustworthy historian, baron münchhäusen. but the skies you are thinking of are not the skies i mean. the scandinavian skies are not blue, and they are not overhead, but underfoot. of course you know all about the norwegian ski, but perhaps your younger brother does not, so i will say for his benefit that the ski is a sort of norwegian snow-shoe, only it is almost as swift as the seven-league boots. when you put it on you look as if you had a toboggan on each foot; for it is a strip of ash half an inch thick, half a dozen inches wide, and some ten feet long; the front end of it pointed and turned up like that of a toboggan. when you first get the things on, or, rather, get on them, you learn that, however pleasant they may grow to be as servants, they are certainly pretty bad masters; and you will find that the groove which is run in the bottom of the skies to prevent their spreading is of very little assistance, for they seem to have a will of their own, and also a bitter grudge against each other: they step on each other one moment, and make a wild bolt in opposite directions the next, and behave generally like a pair of unbroken colts. quiz had once learned to walk on snow-shoes