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"You Gridleyites are such sure winners, you know, that you ought not to need such a little thing as preparation." "One of the reasons why Gridley wins," Dick retorted, "is that we always use common sense when entering sporting events. So we'll ask you to oblige us with a gift of our rights in the matter. In fifteen minutes we'll be ready for you." Gently the canoe was launched in the water.
"I feel that we've got to do it, sir," Dick replied doggedly. "Yes, sir; we'll make it, somehow." So the matter was arranged. The Gridleyites followed Jarvis out to the sidewalk, where they renewed their assurances of regard for the attitude taken by Tottenville High School. Then Jarvis hurried away to catch a train home. "Now, young gentlemen," proposed Mr.
Down at the railway station the Gridley crowd and the Gridley Band awaited the coming of the team. The fine sight made by the gray military escort brought a hurricane of cheers from the Gridleyites. Just at the nick of time the leader of the band bethought himself, and signaled his musicians.
"Here's something that may interest you all," whispered Dick, shaking as though fever had seized him. Mr. Morton took the sheet of paper, from which he read: "Dear Old Gridleyites: If the enclosed is a fake, it won't work. If there's really a traitor in your camp you ought to know it. Milton High School doesn't take any games except by the use of its own fair fighting devices.
Of course a few Gridleyites tried to find the parents of the "slain" boys and express their sympathy, but the parents of the members of Dick & Co., strangely enough, could not be found. With many repetitions of the story, Dodge and Bayliss almost unintentionally began to picture themselves as heroes, who had risked their lives in order to bring the single survivor away to safety.
A special train in two sections was chartered, for some seven hundred Gridleyites had voted in favor of an evening dinner on Thanksgiving Day; they were going along to see the game. Fordham had lost two games, against exceptionally strong teams, earlier in the season, but had of late a fine record.
To-day he had no jubilant mob of Gridleyites to fear in the excess of their joy. Only some very gentle friends of their own town came hurrying forward to congratulate them. But Dr. Bentley gripped Dick's arm as soon as that young man stepped from the canoe. "Bring your crew along and follow me, Prescott," whispered the physician. "You are a limp-looking lot.
From the doorway Chief Simmons had looked on at this brief, bloodless battle like one dazed. From up and down Main street at respectful distances, crowds of Gridleyites gazed in stupefied wonder. "Come on out, Chief, and talk to these naughty boys!" called Tom good-humoredly. "They didn't mean to be troublesome, but Fourth of July had got into their blood."
So the "Blade" had a good deal of interesting reading about West Point the next morning. Many Gridleyites were not satisfied because neither Prescott nor Holmes was mentioned in connection with the Military Academy. The second time that Mr. Pollock met his former reporter was on the street. "I've been kicking myself, Dick, because I forgot something the other day," declared the editor.
All the member of Dick & Co. are assuredly familiar enough our readers. These six young Americans, Gridleyites, amateur athletes and high school boys, were first introduced to the reader during their eventful days of early chumship at the Central Grammar School. Their adventures have been related in detail in the "Grammar School Boys Series."
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