Dick would be the first captain in years who had lost a football
game for Gridley. It would be a mean record to take out of High
School life. But Dick gave no thought to such a possibility.
"Of course we're going to wallop Fordham," he thought. "I wish
only one thing. I'd like to see the Fordhams play through a stiff
game just once."
It was too late, however, to give any real thought to this, for
Fordham's next and last game of the season was to be the one with
Gridley.
"Are you girls going to the game?" asked Dick, when he and his
chum met Laura Bentley and Belle Meade before the post office.
"Haven't you heard what the girls are doing, Dick?" questioned
Laura, looking at him in some surprise.
"I have heard that a lot of the girls are going to the game."
"Just forty-two of us, to be exact," Laura continued. "We girls
and our chaperons are to have one car in the first section. You
see, we've arranged to go right along with the team. We have
our seats all together at Fordham, too."
"My, what a lot of noise forty-two girls can make in a moment
of enthusiasm!" murmured Dave.
"We can, if you give us any excuse," advanced Belle.
"Oh, we'll give you excuse enough. See to it that you keep the
noise up to the grade of our playing."
"Mr. Confident!" teased Belle.
"Why, you know, as well as we do, that we'll come home with Fordham's
scalp!" retorted, Darrin.
"You've heard some of the talk about Fordham's confidence in winning,
haven't you?" asked Laura, a bit anxiously.
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