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Until within ten minutes before the close of the second half, it looked like a tie between giants of the school gridiron. Then, by a series of feints in which Prescott, Darrin, Drayne and Hudson bore off the most brilliant honors, although all under Wadleigh's planning, Paunceboro was sorely pressed down against its own goal line.
"I would like to think so, but I know better. He lay around after he left the house for Wadleigh to come forth, but we managed to give Wadleigh a tip and he stayed in his rooms. There is no mistake; the man Woodford Dunne was the man we saw dodging at Wadleigh's keyhole. What his real lay was I don't know, and we might assume it was an off play but for the fact that he came here. You are here.
"Come on, now Gridley!" rang the imploring request from the home boosters, who were now too restless to keep to their seats. "Remember your record so far this season!" "Forceful playing, but keep cool. Use your Judgment to the last, and put a lot of speed and doggedness behind your science," was Wadleigh's adjuration. Those who followed form most close, now had their eyes on young Prescott.
He came from Wadleigh's rooms, where he had been peeping, to this clubhouse." The men were talking in very low tones. Oscar had sneaked in and had not been observed by them, so intensely were they engrossed in their talk. He had dropped into a seat near them and had picked up a paper. "How do you know he was listening at Wadleigh's keyhole?" "You know our orders. Having agreed to employ Mrs.
"Hustle aboard, there, you Prescott and Darrin!" roared Captain Wadleigh's voice from an open window. "You hear, Hemingway?" urged Dave. "Yes; but I can't help it," sighed the policeman. "We're not going -can't " fluttered Darrin. His voice was low, but it reached the captain of the eleven. "What's that?" roared Wadleigh, making a dash for the door of the car. "Keep your seats, you other fellows.
"You bring up a dozen apples, Bald'ins. I'll fry them, too." Something past one o'clock, they sat down together to as strange a meal as the little kitchen had ever seen. Bread and butter were lacking, but there was quince preserve, drawn from some hidden hoard, the apples and pork, and smoking tea. Mrs. Wadleigh's spirits rose. Home was even better than her dreams had pictured it.
"Dick's coming up, all right," proudly muttered Darrin to Hudson, while the next snapback was forming. "It's putting nerve into all of us," rejoined Hudson. The pigskin was only fourteen yards from the Filmore goal line when Captain Wadleigh's men had to see the ball go to Filmore. Pike's men, however, failed to make good on downs, so the oval came back into Wadleigh's possession.
Nothing in Wadleigh's face or tone betrayed worry; intense earnestness alone was stamped on his bearing. "Now, remember, fellows, don't get a spirit of defense grafted on you," were Wadleigh's last words before the second half began. "Remember, its to be a general assault all the time. If you get on the defensive nothing can save us from losing."
School and second teams, being now sharply defined, fell to playing against each other as hard and as cleverly as they could. Wadleigh's choice as captain was confirmed by the Athletics Committee. "But I'd never have had the chance, Prescott, old fellow, if it hadn't been for you," "Hen" protested gratefully. "Dick, I won't forget your great help!"
So it was that, by the time the pair reached Tottenville, housed the car at a garage, and reached Tottenville's High School athletic field, the game was well on. As the two young men reached the grand stand the Gridley contingent were on their feet, breathless. Gridley had the ball down to the ten-yard line from Tottenville's goal. Captain Wadleigh's signals were ringing out, crisp and clear.
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