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Dick Prescott, in particular, was coached much in private, as well as on the actual gridiron. "Keep yourself in keen good shape, Mr. Prescott," Mr. Morton insisted. "We need your help in scalping Tottenville next Saturday." As the week wore along Mr. Morton and Captain Wadleigh became more and more pleased with themselves and with their associates. "I don't see how we can fail tomorrow," said Mr.
Tottenville's quarter got after fleeting Dick too late, for the whole movement had been one of startling trickery. One Tottenville halfback was too far away to make an obstructing dash in time. In dodging the other halfback Dick dashed on as though not seeing the fellow. This, however, was all trick.
"From your face I begin to feel sure that I'm reeling off the right signals," pursued the Tottenville youth. "Now, I'll get still closer to the point, Mr. Prescott." From an inside pocket Jarvis drew forth four typewritten pages, clamped together and neatly folded. "Run your eye over these pages, Mr. Prescott, or as far as you want to go."
In the second half it was not long before Gridley did go stale and tired. But so, too, to the disgust of home boosters, did the Tottenville High School boys. The game became a sheer test of endurance. Gridley, under Wadleigh, played with a doggedness that made Tottenville put forth all its strength.
"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.
The few who really did notice merely wondered why Dick Prescott was not on his way to the Tottenville gridiron today. When Hemingway and his prisoner reached the court room there were only two or three loungers there, for it was still some minutes before the time for the assembling of the court. Presently Bert Dodge and his friend, Bayliss, dropped in.
These muttered orders caused a grim smile among the Tottenville High School boys, for the only way to tie the score would be to force Gridley to make two more safeties -a hard thing to do against a crack eleven in seven minutes! Dick and Dave Darrin were called into play as soon as the visitors had the ball in their own hands once more. The "trick" signal sounded from quarter-back's lips.
"I've played football against you, somewhere," replied Dick, studying the other's face closely. "Yes, I guess you have," laughed the other. "I played with Tottenville last year. I'm captain this season. Jarvis is my name." "Oh, I'm downright glad to see you, Mr. Jarvis," Dick went on. "Be seated, won't you?" "Yes; if you wish.
In the baggage car, to their relief, the sole railway employee there did not object to their presence. Bert and his crony found seats on two trunks side by side. "Dodge," whispered Bayliss unsteadily, after the train had pulled out from Tottenville, "I'm afraid we're in bad with the school push." "Afraid?" sneered Bert. "Man, don't you know it?"
Captain Wadleigh nodded to Dave to kick the goal. Captain Grant looked utterly wild. He had assured everyone in Tottenville who had asked him that the Gridley "come ons" would be eaten alive. And here ! Dave made the kick. After going down in that bunch Darrin was not at his best. Body and nerves were tired. He failed to kick the goal.
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