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Aline's entrance occurred at a peculiarly poignant moment in the story and gave him a feeling of having been brought violently to earth from a flight in the clouds. It is not often an author has the good fortune to grip a reader as the author of Gridley Quayle gripped Freddie. One of the results of his absorbed mood was that he greeted Aline with a stare of an even glassier quality than usual.
Fordham, despite its greatly superior weight and bulk, was not by any means superior when under the utmost watchfulness of a referee avowedly anxious to penalize. Yet, until the game was nearly over, Fordham managed to keep the ball away from its own goal line. Then, while the lines reformed and Dick bent over to snap back, Dave Darrin called out a signal that electrified the whole Gridley line.
"Please to look at this one in the mean time, will you, Mr. Penhallow?" Master Gridley held the document up before him. He did not seem to find it quite legible, and adjusted his spectacles carefully, until they were just as he wanted them.
Then the coach added, to himself: "Ripley is presentable enough, but I believe there's a big yellow streak in him somewhere. I wouldn't dare to put Fred into one of the big games requiring all the grit that Prescott or Darrin can show!" With Ripley in the box Gridley won its third game of the season, beating Brayton High School by a score of five to two.
And the other Central Grammar fellows back in Gridley will be so proud of you!" "You don't have to tell 'em," urged Hen Dutcher pleadingly. "No; we don't have to," confirmed Tom Reade. "But we can. And most likely we will. We want to separate the wheat from the chaff at the old Central Gram." "But, please don't tell 'em," whined Hen. "We'll see about that," said Dick Prescott.
Hartwell evidently wanted a wholly fair race, for he even allowed the "Scalp-hunter's" prow the lead of a couple of feet before he shouted: "Go it!" Amid a great flashing of paddles the two canoes started. The Preston High School craft soon obtained a lead of a foot or so, and held it. Now the contest was a stubborn one. Gridley gained two feet more.
The most absurd tales were now told, said Mr. Gridley, of the miracles of healing wrought by this person told, moreover, by persons of intelligence whom in ordinary matters one would not hesitate to trust.
"Did you see the paper that he showed her before he fastened it up with the others, Kitty?" "I did see it, indade, Mr. Gridley, and it's the truth I'm tellin' ye." "Did you happen to notice anything about it, Kitty?" "I did, indade, Mr. Gridley.
"All out for the second half!" sounded a voice in the doorway. The Gridley boys went, fire in their hearts, flame in their eyes. Gridley's Last Charge "Remember, Captain Barnes!" called the referee significantly. "Why don't you talk to Prescott, too?" demanded the Fordham captain sulkily. "I don't need to." "You don't -need to?" demanded Barnes, opening his eyes in pretended wonder.
"The Fordham fellows are passing a lot of whispers every chance they get," reported alert Dave. "I don't care how much they whisper," was Dick's rejoinder. "But watch out for crooked tricks." Minute after minute went by. Gridley got the ball down to the enemy's fifteen-yard line, then saw it slowly forced back into their own territory.
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