After that there was no more confusion. Gridley took the game
by a single touchdown, failing in the subsequent kick for goal.
Five minutes later time expired.
Feeling doubly contemptible now, and sick at heart, Phin Drayne
crawled weakly down from the grand stand. He made his way out
in the throng, undetected. He returned to the costumer's, got
off his sneaking garb and donned his own clothing, then slipped
away out through a back door that opened on an alleyway.
Not until Sunday afternoon did Drayne yield to the desire to
get out of doors. His training life had made outer air a necessity
to him, so he yielded to the desire. But he kept to back streets.
Just as luck would have it, Drayne came suddenly face to face
with Dr. Thornton.
The good old principal had a fixed belief which followed the practice
of American law, to the effect that every accused man is innocent
until he has been proved guilty.
In addition, the doctor had recovered a good deal from his first
depression. Therefore he was able to meet this offending pupil
as he would want to under the circumstances.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Drayne," was Dr. Thornton's courteous greeting.
"It is beautiful; weather to be out, isn't it?"
"It is a perfect day, sir," Drayne replied.
Once he had gotten past the principal the young wretch gave way
to his exultation.
"No charge has been made, then," he told himself gloatingly.
"If I had been denounced, the Prin.
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