"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!"
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"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.
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