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Dick Prescott, eager for his chum's success, as well as the team's, stood as erect as he could beside Mr. Morton, trying to take in the whole field with one wide, sweeping glance. As Tom Reade caught the ball on its backward snap, he straightened up, tucking the ball under his left arm and making a dash for Gridley's right end. Immediately, of course, Hallam rushed its men toward that point.
There was something in Master Gridley's look that made the Doctor feel a little nervous; he did not know just what was coming. Master Gridley took out his great Hippocrates, the edition of Foesius, and opened to the place. He turned so as to face the Doctor, and read the famous Oath aloud, Englishing it as he went along.
In another instant her face whitened, the scrap of paper fluttered to the floor, and she would have followed it but for the support of both Mr. Gridley's arms. He disengaged one of them presently, and felt in his pocket for the sal volatile. It served him excellently well, and stung her back again to her senses very quickly. All her defiant aspect had gone.
Then, by the time that Paunceboro had grown used to end dashes, Gridley would make a smashing charge at center. All these styles of attack, however, Paunceboro met smilingly. In the first half there was no score. Yet Paunceboro did not succeed any better in getting through or around Gridley's line of flexible human steel.
"We'll hear the excuse later," said Lidgerwood. "Now, tell me what sort of a wrecking-plant we have?" "The best in the bunch," asserted the trainmaster. "Gridley's is the one department that has been kept up to date and in good fighting trim. We have one wrecking-crane that will pick up any of the big freight-pullers, and a lighter one that isn't half bad." "Who is your wrecking-boss?"
That was enough for Stevens, who had slipped back and into the drug store once more, getting the police station on the wire and 'phoning to the chief that Gridley's burglars had just entered Kahn's through the rear door. Only a block and a half from Kahn's was the police station. Almost immediately the officers were on the spot, stalking -Dick Prescott.
"You'll pardon my bluntness, madam; but you must remember that none but the members of Professor Gridley's family are concerned in the exact details of his appearance. Fifty years from now nobody will remember how he looked, one way or the other. The world is only concerned with portraits as works of art."
In this disguise Drayne sat where he could see what would happen. At the outset it was Gridley's kick off, and for the next ten minutes Tottenville had the ball, fighting stubbornly with it. But at last, when forced half way down the field between center and its own goal line, Gridley blocked so well in the three following plays that the pigskin came to the home eleven.
Finally, "I tell you it looked real well!" she assured them, and sat staring into the fire, on her tired old face the supreme content of an artist who has realized his ideal. The news of Professor Gridley's death filled Middletown College with consternation.
Truly the boosters were howling themselves hoarse. There was frenzy on in an instant. To the knowing among the watchers there was no chance for Gridley to rush down on the enemy's goal line, but every yard -every foot, now -carried the pigskin just so much further from Gridley's goal line. Gridley's interference rushed in solidly about Dave Darrin, as though to boost him through.
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