"There's the hoodlum," continued Dan excitedly, one hand over
his left breast. He pointed to the Fordham player skulking at
the rear. "That fellow deliberately gave me the elbow over the
heart when we came together."
"What have you to say, Captain Barnes?" demanded the referee,
turning to the Fordham leader.
"It's not true," retorted Barnes hotly. "Daniels, come here."
The matter was argued quickly and hotly, Gridley accusing, Fordham
hotly denying.
"Can't you Gridley fellows play with anything but your mouths?"
snarled Captain Barnes.
"We play a straight game," retorted Dick coldly. "We play like
gentlemen."
"Do you mean that we're not?" demanded Barnes swaggeringly.
"So far you've played like a lot of sluggers."
"See here! I've a good mind to thrash you, Prescott!" quivered
Barnes.
"It's always the truth that stings," retorted Dick, with a cool
smile.
"My fist would hurt, too."
"That's what we're asking you to do---to save all your slugging
and bruising tactics until after a straight and gentlemanly game
has been played," retorted Dick, with spirit.
Barnes clenched his fists, but the referee stepped squarely in
between the rival captains.
"Cut it!" directed that official tersely. "I'll do all the talking
myself. Captain Barnes, return to your men and tell them that
slugging and tricky work will be watched for more carefully, and
penalized as heavily as the rules allow.
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