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And now Dave Darrin was dancing in front of Heathcote Drayne, ordering: "Let go of Prescott! What sort of fair play is this?" "Mind your own business!" ordered Mr. Drayne. "I'm stopping a fight." Not an instant did impulsive Darrin waste in arguing the matter. He landed his fist just under Heathcote Drayne's left eye, causing that Heathcote to let go of Dick in a hurry.
"Get out of this, and go about your business," advised Dick sternly. "Think I'll take any orders from you?" snarled Phin. "I'll " He continued to crowd in, hammering blows. Dick parried, but did not attempt to retaliate. The truth was, he felt secretly sorry for the fellow who had fallen as low as Phin. But Drayne was no coward physically, when his blood was up.
"As for me," sighed Tom comically, "I don't see any chance of my becoming a Timmy until I'm able to do it on money accumulated for myself." As Phin Drayne was still in Gridley High School, and had an overweening idea of himself as a football player, it is extremely likely that we shall hear of him again, for which reason, if for no other, we may as well dismiss him from these present pages.
"That Phin Drayne isn't marching in these close gray ranks about us." Phin Drayne wasn't. At this moment Phin was back at the military institute, his face twitching horribly as he packed his clothing in the trunk in which it had come.
"Man alive, there's no time to fool with your shoes now!" warned the team captain. "I'm not going to need this pair," Drayne rejoined. "Street shoes will do for me today." "Not on the gridiron!" "I'm not going on the field. I've heard enough knocking," grumbled Drayne. A dozen of the fellows crowded about, consternation written in their faces. Prescott was known not to be fit to play.
If it should turn out that we're wrong in our suspicions, we'll turn and give Phineas Drayne the biggest and most complete public apology that a wronged man ever received." "All out to practice the new signals!" shouted Prescott, the young captain of the team. "Brass" for an Armor Plate Thursday night and Friday morning more copies of the betrayed signals poured in upon Captain Dick.
He told what the reader already knows, producing several of the copies returned by the honorable captains of other school teams. Then Mr. Morton put in evidence, with these copies of the code, copies of business letters received from Drayne's father, and presumably written on the Drayne office machine.
"But I'll tell you one thing, Drayne: I never hear a murmur of what comes from the grand stand until the game is over. I play for the success of the team to which I belong, and listening to applause would take my mind off the plays. But, candidly, what the fellows have against you, is that you're a quitter.
With a smothered cry Phin Drayne leaped forward to strike Prescott down from behind. Dick was around again like a flash, one fist striking up the arm with which the sneak had aimed his blow. "Stand off, and keep away," advised Prescott coldly. "I won't; I'll thrash you!" hissed Phin. There was nothing for Dick to do but put up his guard, which he did with great promptness.
"No charge has been made, then," he told himself gloatingly. "If I had been denounced, the Prin. could hardly have been as gracious. Well, hang it all, what are charges going to amount to, anyway?" At the High School Monday morning, both before school and at recess, the members of the football squad cut Drayne dead.
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