Wednesday morning word reached school that Hudson, who was down
to play right guard, and Dan Dalzell, right end, were both at
home in bed, threatened with pneumonia. In each case the doctor
was hopeful that the attack would be averted, but that didn't
help out the afternoon's game any.
"Two of our prize men out," muttered Dick anxiously to Dave at
recess.
"And it's claimed that misfortunes always travel by threes," returned
Darrin, half mournfully.
"Don't!" shivered Prescott. "Let us off with two misfortunes."
Afternoon came along, somewhat raw and lowering. Rain might prevent
the game. Less than three quarters of the people who bought seats
in advance appeared at the grounds. The sale of spot seats was
not as brisk by half as it would have been on a pleasanter day.
But the Hallam Heights boys came along early, bounding and full
of fun and dash.
They were a fine-looking lot of boys. The Gridley youngsters
took to their opponents instantly.
"I wonder what's keeping Dick?" muttered Dave Darrin, half anxiously,
in dressing quarters.
"Anyway, we won't worry about him until we have to," nodded Mr.
Morton. "Our young captain is about the promptest man, as a rule,
in the whole squad."
"That's just why I am uneasy," grunted Dave.
Hardly had he spoken when Dick Prescott came in---but limping
slightly!
And what a rueful countenance the young captain of the team
displayed!
"Suffering Ebenezer, man, but what has happened?" gasped Dave.
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