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Cobber took the ball again. "Better let up on the cheers, don't you think, sir?" Dick inquired. "Yes," nodded Coach Morton. "It would only worry our boys now, and they've got enough on their minds as it is." Again Cobber took the offensive. At the next down a man had to be sent from the field, and a substitute sent out. But the casualty went to Cobber, not to the High School team.
Good, good. As a respectable man now, I couldn't have stashed you from the cops though I might have been tempted mighty tempted." His face was melancholy. "Tell me, lad, did they get Murdoch?" Bruce Gordon nodded, and the old man sighed. Something suspiciously like a tear glistened in his eyes. "I thought you were taking a bath," Gordon commented. The old man chuckled. "Fate's against me, cobber.
It was not a cheer, but a subdued, breathless gasp that rose from the two camps of fans as the opposing lines rushed at each other. Dick could not help a slight groan, for Adams, of Cobber, reached the pigskin first. But Adams kicked it off over the line. Here was Gridley's prompt chance. Evans kicked the ball from the twenty-five-yard line.
"Behave yourself," he warned her as he took off his helmet, and then unfastened hers. Mother Corey chuckled. "Very touching, cobber. You have a way with women, it seems. Too bad she had to wear a helmet, or you might have dragged her here by her hair. Ah, well, let's not talk about it here. My room is more comfortable and private."
Not content with one dose, the silly blanks came on again, and we had a bloomin' encore. Well, old man, I suppose the poor devils 'll have sorrowing harems. 'Spose my poor old mater'd drop on me if she knew I was rejoicin' over the fallen. Anyhow it's what we're here for, and they oughter keep out of our way if they don't want to get dinged, eh, cobber?"
As the minutes flew by it became apparent, from a survey of the filled seats, that at least two thousand, outside of the Cobber and the Gridley H.S. delegations, were present at the game. This meant a healthful addition to the athletics fund. By and by Cobber recovered its nerve on the seats. Cobber yells floated forth on the air.
"She's wearing our colors now -crimson face and a gold locket under it." "If she wasn't a girl, I'd yell that over to 'em," laughed Dave. The band was playing again, in its most rollicking rhythm, the old air from "Olivette," "Then bob up serenely!" The laughter started on the Gridley side, but it spread all the way around to the Cobber seats.
Gordon asked. The huge man shrugged ponderously. "A man gets tired of being respectable, cobber. And I'm getting old and sentimental about the Chicken Coop." He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "But not so old that I can't handle a couple of guards that are stubborn about trucks, eh, Izzy?" "Messy, but nice," Izzy agreed from the pile above them.
Gordon went to connect a wire and switch from the battery and coil they had installed, but jerked backwards as he saw a suspicious guard staring at him. "Let him think we're just scouting," Randolph advised. There were suspicious looks as the group came back to the Coop, but Mother Corey waddled over to meet them. "Did you find them, cobber?" he asked quickly, and one of his eyelids flickered.
Few feminine faces appeared on the Cobber stand. The Cobber colors, brown and gray, floated here and there on the breeze in the form of small banners. Gridley's stand was brilliant with the crimson and gold banners of Gridley H.S. These bright-hued bits of bunting waved deliriously as the band's strains floated forth.
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