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"In fact, sir," Dick went on very smoothly, "I have learned that you have been offering the wagon for sale or hire during the last two summers, without getting any customers." "Eh?" demanded Mr. Titmouse in some astonishment. "Naturally, sir," Dick went on, "before coming here to see you I made a few inquiries in Tottenville. I discovered that in this vicinity the wagon is something of a joke."
Then, while the man who had asked the question reddened under the laughter of his companions, Prescott strolled slowly back up Main Street to watch for the next car bearing the "Tottenville" sign. "Good morning, Prescott," came a greeting from Lawyer Ripley, just then coming out of a store. "How did you young men enjoy that collapsible canoe?" "That canoe, sir?
Next Saturday you've got to go up against Tottenville, and there's an eleven that will make you perspire." Coach Morton had Tottenville gauged at its right value. During the few days before the game he kept the Gridley boys steadily at work. The passing and the signal work, in particular, were reviewed most thoroughly. "Remember, the pass is going to count for a lot," Mr. Morton warned them.
And now they waited, enthusiasm finding vent in volleys of cheers and the school war-whoop. Dick Prescott and his chums stood at one end of the platform. Nor were they alone. Many admirers had gathered about them. Laura Bentley and Belle Meade, who were going with the rest to Tottenville, were chatting with Dick and Dave.
"His fine work over on the Tottenville road this afternoon?" "I haven't heard of it," replied Mr. Pollock, opening his eyes. "Come to think of it," rejoined John Luce, "and knowing young Prescott as I do, I don't suppose you have heard of it -not from Prescott, at all events."
"Brace up, you lobsters," growled Captain Grant of the home team, after the whistle had sounded on Tottenville's "down" with the ball. "Buck the simple Gridley youths. Wade through their line as if you fellows were going to dinner half an hour late. Don't let them wind you, or stop you!" Tottenville threw all its force into the following plays.
To many of the boys and girls of Gridley High School, however, the affair bore a different look. The round trip by rail would cost each of these more than a dollar, with another fifty cents to pay for a seat on the grand stand at Tottenville.
It was a telegram sent by Dave Darrin, on the way to Tottenville, and read: "Fred Ripley said he heard insult offered you by Dodge yesterday. Get case adjourned to Monday and Ripley will testify in your behalf." Smiling, Dick passed the message to his father. Mr. Prescott, after scanning the telegram, rose gravely, crossed the room and handed the slip of paper to Lawyer Ripley.
There's mustn't be a single slip not a solitary break in our game with Tottenville. And that game will begin at three-thirty on Saturday! "In reverting to Drayne, I wish to impress upon you all, with the greatest emphasis, that this must be treated by you all with the utmost secrecy until we are prepared, with proofs, to go further!
We couldn't have had anything that would have delighted us as much." Readers of the preceding volume of this series are well aware of the reason of Mr. The next Tottenville car that came along had Dick Prescott for one of its passengers. This narrative, however, has been finished.
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