But that which Phin Drayne noted most of all was that every signal
used had a different meaning from that employed in the code he
had mailed to the captains of the other school teams.
"It was all found out, and Gridley wasn't hurt," thought Phin,
gnashing his teeth. "Good luck always seems to follow that fellow
Prescott! Can't he be beaten? We shall see! Prescott, my fine
bully, I'm not through with you yet."
The first half ended without either side scoring. Impartial onlookers
thought that perhaps formidable Tottenville had had rather the
better of it, but no one could tell with certainty which was the
better team.
When neither side scores in the first half that which remains
to be determined is, which side will show the bigger reserve of
vitality in the second half.
And now the ball was off again, with twenty-two men pursuing and
fighting for it as though the fate of the nation hung on the result.
Dick, too, soon had things moving at a gait that had all Gridley
standing up and boosting with all the powers of lungs, hands and
feet.
All that remained to interest Phin Drayne was to discover whether
his late comrades had sufficiently mastered their new signals
not to fail in their team work.
Once in the second half there was a brief fluster. Two Gridley
men went "woozy" over the same signal. But alert Dave Darrin
rushed in and snatched a clever advantage out of momentary confusion.
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