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Mirandy put her potatoes on to boil, and set the fish on the stove to freshen; then She sat down by the window, with a great basket beside her, and began to bind shoes. "Here," said Mrs. Wadleigh, coming to her feet and adjusting her skirt, "you give me a needle! I've got my thimble right here in my pocket. It's three months sence I've seen a shoe. I should admire to do a pair or two.
Few of the football fellows saw the trouble, for they were busy boarding the car named by Captain Wadleigh. Dave Darrin was the only one to pay urgent heed. "See here, Hemingway," began Dave, "Dick will come back -you know that. He's desperately needed today. Won't it do just as well " "No," broke in the plain-clothes man, reluctantly.
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.
Wadleigh, who had shown fine generalship in this stiff game was cheered until the boosters went hoarse. "Gentlemen," cried Coach Morton, raising his voice to its fullest carrying power as the dressing quarters filled, "it's probably too early to brag, but I feel that we've got an old-fashioned Gridley eleven this year." "Ask Grant!" "Ask anybody in Tottenville!"
The brown bushes by a hidden stone-wall broke the sheen entrancingly; here and there a dry leaf fluttered, but only enough to show how still such winter stillness can be, and a flock of little brown birds rose, with a soft whirr, and settled further on. Mrs. Wadleigh pressed her lips together in a voiceless content, and her eyes took on a new brightness.
Outside, the band started upon a lively gallop. The crowd began to cheer. It started in as a Gridley cheer. Then, above everything else, rang the Filmore yell of defiance. Just at this moment Coach Morton strode into the room. Almost in a twinkling he learned of the new complication that had arisen. "Captain Wadleigh, who is to play in Drayne's stead" demanded the coach rather briskly.
Wadleigh turned squarely upon the delinquent Cyrus, who stood, half-shaven, absently honing his razor. "Cyrus," said she, with an alarming decision, "will you open your head, an' tell me what you nailed up that door for? an' where you got your nails? I s'pose you don't carry 'em round with you, ready for any door't happens to need nailin' up?" This fine sarcasm was not lost on Cyrus.
"Our first object will be to identify every man who is in this raid against us. When we succeed then we will know just what to do." "Then we know how to employ our time until Redalli arrives in town." "Yes." "And we will lay everything before him. In the meantime there is no danger." "Unless he may get on to Wadleigh. How much did he learn from that fellow?"
In Drayne's present frame of mind all these appeals served to fan his inward fury. "Shut up, all of you!" he snapped. "I've listened to all the roasting I intend to stand. I'm out of the game!" Several looked blankly at "Hen" Wadleigh. "Whom have you to put in his place?" Grayson demanded hoarsely. Drayne heard and it was balm to his soul. He started to pull off his football trousers.
"I can give it to you that he learned nothing, for Wadleigh said nothing; it was a lucky escape." "You have seen Wadleigh?" "Yes, and he had something to tell me. I did not have time to talk with him because I had this scheme on hand with that fellow. Oh, I only wish I had known his game, and I would have laid a different course.
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