"Be mighty careful, fellows; be clever," whispered the Fordham
captain to his most "dependable" men.
"Are we going to throw the game?" demanded the slugger who had
so angered Hudson.
"No; but don't get caught at anything. Better not do anything.
We've got those milk-diet infants eight to nothing now. Play
their own kind of kindergarten game as long as we can hold the
score without rough work."
Barnes's own instructions would have sufficiently stamped his
team, had these orders been heard by anyone else.
At the beginning of the second half Fordham played a much more
honest game, and Gridley began to pick up hope that fairness might
prevail hereafter.
Gridley's own game, in the second half, was as swift and scientific
as it had ever been. By sheer good playing and brilliant dashes
Dick and his men carried the ball down the field, losing it once
on downs; but after the first ten minutes of the half they kept
the pigskin wholly in Fordham territory.
Back and forth surged the battle. Fordham, despite its greatly
superior weight and bulk, was not by any means superior when under
the utmost watchfulness of a referee avowedly anxious to penalize.
Yet, until the game was nearly over, Fordham managed to keep the
ball away from its own goal line.
Then, while the lines reformed and Dick bent over to snap back,
Dave Darrin called out a signal that electrified the whole Gridley
line. It called for one of their most daring plays, that Prescott
himself made famous the year before.
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