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Updated: June 18, 2025
"We of Gridley are sportsmen enough to play the victors off the field." The play was quicker and snappier than ever. All the young men on both sides were using their last reserves of strength and wind. Pike was making a ferocious effort to get the ball back and over Gridley's goal line. But Pike lost, after three plays, and Wadleigh's men again grabbed the pigskin.
"Somebody there!" she ejaculated. "Where?" "In your house!" "In my house? What for?" "I dunno," said Mirandy, unhappily. "Dunno? Well, what are they doin' there?" "I dunno that. We only know there's somebody there." Here the brown-bread kettle boiled over, creating a diversion; and Mirandy gladly rose to set it further back. A slight heat had come into Mrs. Wadleigh's manner.
It solidified Captain Wadleigh's team into actual work. The score was 32 to 0, in favor of Gridley. However, as Dick phrased it, the practice against an actual adversary, for the first time in the season, was worth at least three hundred to nothing. "But don't you fellows make a mistake," cautioned Captain Wadleigh. "Don't get a notion that you've nothing bigger than Welton to tackle this year.
"You see Schimmelpodt and that mocker didn't pass us on the way here." "But I think they're likely to have guessed our road," persisted Bayliss. "There was an ugly look on Wadleigh's face, too, as that car drove past here." "But old Schimmelpodt wouldn't stand for anything disorderly and -unlawful," urged Bert. "I don't know about that," retorted Bayliss significantly.
Wadleigh's square figure on the dazzling road, with a melancholy determination to stand by her to the last. Only when it occurred to her that it was unlucky to watch a departing friend out of sight, did she shut the door hastily, and go in to reproach Cyrus and prepare his dinner. Mrs. Wadleigh plodded steadily onward.
Yet one of the best things that Mr. Morton knew, and one that always characterized Gridley, was the matter of confidence. Captain Wadleigh's young men were made to feel that they were going to win. They did not underestimate the enemy, but they were going to win. That was well understood by them all. Now, in the games of sheer strategy much depends upon nimble ends.
But Pike, who was a hammerer, made a third attempt around that left end. This time he gained but two feet, and the ball passed to Gridley. Of course, after having had its left wing so badly haltered Gridley was bound to try to work the ball through Filmore's right. As Wadleigh's signals crisped out, the Gridley players threw themselves out for a play to right.
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