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But Pike, who was a hammerer, made a third attempt around that left end. This time he gained but two feet, and the ball passed to Gridley. Of course, after having had its left wing so badly haltered Gridley was bound to try to work the ball through Filmore's right. As Wadleigh's signals crisped out, the Gridley players threw themselves out for a play to right.
I'll hold my six against his pulsometer. If he squawks, I'll silence him, sure as there is virtue in powder and ball!" The elder, after some deliberation, acquiesced, and Dick was placed in possession of his speaking power, while the muzzle of young Filmore's revolver pressed against his breast, warned him to silence and obedience. "Now," said the elder Filmore, "just you keep mum.
In the next play, Dave had the ball, on a short pass, but with Dick dashing along close to his side, and Hudson on the other flank. Before Darrin went down on the ball it had been carried to Filmore's thirty-yard line. Then it went beyond the twenty-five-yard line, and Gridley still carried the pigskin.
Dave's elbow did something to Filmore's right tackle. Just what it was none of the spectators could see. But none of the field officials interfered so it must have been legitimate. After a fight and a short, brilliant run, Dick was tackled by Filmore's fullback.
"I can't help it; I simply won't come," she said without concealment. "I'm going to Filmore's and that's an end of it." Judith fired her last gun. "Mrs. Nat is coming as a surprise and we've asked Doris and Constance, too," she said reproachfully. Patricia faltered and then recovered her firm stand. "I'm sorry, but I have accepted," she replied. "But Mrs.
And now Dick was racing out around Filmore's right end, backed by a crushing interference of which Wadleigh was the center. Darrin, with head high, was watching for every chance at legitimate interference. Behind them all, quarter and left half pounded and pushed. An instant and Dick was free and around Filmore's end. Now, he dashed into the race of his life! Wadleigh sent a man sprawling.
In the next instant the would-be tackler was bowled over by Darrin and Hudson, and Dick swept on with the ball. By this time all the home boosters were on their feet, yelling like so many Comanches. Filmore's half and full contrived a trap that caught young Prescott, and carried him down with the ball -but this happened at Filmore's forty-five-yard line!
One quivering instant -then Wadleigh and Hudson bumped that fullback so hard that he went down, Dick wriggling safely away and bounding toward Filmore's goal. With fire in their eyes, Gridley's center and left wing swept on. Dick Prescott was over the goal line, bending and holding the ball down! Then, indeed, the crowd broke loose all except the few hundreds from Filmore. Was it a touchdown?
Filmore's house lay not more than half a mile beyond our own gates, and whenever I knew my brother was gone in another direction, I went there for the chance of finding Bertha at home. Later on in the day I walked thither. By a rare accident she was alone, and we walked out in the grounds together, for she seldom went on foot beyond the trimly-swept gravel-walks.
As soon as I was thoroughly revived, my father left the room, and presently returned, saying "I've been to tell the ladies how you are, Latimer. They were waiting in the next room. We shall put off our shopping expedition to-day." Presently he said, "That young lady is Bertha Grant, Mrs. Filmore's orphan niece.
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