President Coolidge finally stole the puck and nursed it to the Canadian end of the rink with passes and desperate skating. Then a whistle stopped the game. A referee had noticed a bit of snow piled up in front of the American goal. It wasn't Pat's fault. He wasn't even aware of it, but it was against the rules. A Canadian boy skated out with a snow shovel and cleared the mouth of the goal. Pat O'Sullivan Pinkerton found himself standing in a slight indentation, down a bit lower than the other players.
After the face-off the Americans kept the puck up at the Canadian end for a long time. Pat O'Sullivan Pinkerton—soaked with sweat, alone at his end of the rink, chatting wildly to himself in the sun—was startled by an ominous thunk sound right under his feet. At the same time he seemed to feel his right leg grow somewhat longer than his left. He looked to the audience on either side of the rink. All eyes were on the action at the Canadian end. He kept up the chatter.
Pat withstood one more long assault on his goal before the horn blew ending the period. He sighed with relief, happy to skate out of the sun, rest his sore ankles and grab a well-earned snack.
Between periods Headmaster Tilghman gave the team one last pep talk. "We're minutes away from the end of the game," he said. "Are we minutes away from our 30th defeat? Are we minutes away from our first tie? Or are we minutes away from our first victory?"
The players growled and snarled.
"Now in the first period," the headmaster continued, "Jim Finger—who is up and about—made 39 saves while the Canadian goalie made none. In the second period Pat made 23 saves while the Canadian goalie made 14. That's a good trend. I want to see a third period in which we score and take this game!"
The players sent forth grunts and snorts.
"Now get out there and BEAT THE QUEEN!"
The players leaped howling to their skates and tiptoed back to battle.
The Queen Mary School players seemed to have been inspired to a similar effort to BEAT COOLIDGE! After the face-off they grabbed the puck and sent all five men up the ice, leaving only their goalie alone, standing back in Pat's indentation. The third period rapidly became a repeat of the first period—all the action at Pat's end. The American boys, swamped by the faster-skating Canadians, didn't seem able to put anything together to get the puck up the ice. Pat was taking terrible punishment. His patter became gibberish. He was flopping and floundering in his cage like a wounded sea lion.