If it goes too far I'll
declare the game forfeited to the visiting team."
"This is a shame!" fumed Barnes. "And the whole charge is a mass
of lies."
"I'll watch out and see," promised---or threatened---the referee.
"Back to your positions. Captain Barnes, I'll give you thirty
seconds to pass the word around among your men."
"That black-haired prize-fighter with the mole on his chin tries
to give me his knee every time we meet in a scrimmage," growled
Hudson to Dick. "If he carries it any further, I think I know
a kick that will put his ankle out of business!"
"Then don't you dare use it," warned Dick sternly. "No matter
what the other fellows do, our team is playing a square, honest
game every minute of both halves!"
The referee had signaled them to positions. The Gridley boys
leaped into place.
Play was resumed. In the next three plays Fordham, under the
now more keenly watchful eyes of the officials, failed to make
the required distance, and lost the ball.
Gridley took the ball, now. In the next two plays, the smaller
fellows advanced the ball some twelve yards. But in the next
three plays following, they lost on downs, and Fordham again carried
the pigskin.
"The Fordham fellows are passing a lot of whispers every chance
they get," reported alert Dave.
"I don't care how much they whisper," was Dick's rejoinder. "But
watch out for crooked tricks."
Minute after minute went by.
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