Physicians hurried out from the side lines.
"Broken leg," said one of them, and a stretcher was brought.
"Have we got to stand this sort of thing?" demanded Hudson, in
a hoarse whisper. "Say the word, and I'll send two of their men
after Hazelton."
"Don't you do it!" snapped Dick sharply. "It would disgrace our
school colors and our school honor. Don't let knaves make a knave
of you."
Tom Reade came out on a swift run from the side lines to take
Hazelton's place.
"We ought to be allowed to carry guns, when we play a team like
this one," blurted Tom indignantly.
"We'll pay them back in the score," retorted Dick soberly, though
his eyes were flashing.
Dave, in the meantime, was swiftly passing some orders Dick had
whispered to him. These orders, however, related to plays to
come, and did not call for retaliation on Hazelton's account.
Play was called sharply. "Pay in the score," became the battle
cry raging in every Gridley boy's heart.
Four successive plays carried the ball so close to the Fordham
goal line that Barnes and his followers were in despair.
They still used whatever rough tricks they thought they could
sneak in under the eyes of the game's officials, and some of
these made the Gridley boys ache.
Then came a signal beginning with "three" which stood for reverse
signal. The numerals that came after the three called for the
same trick that Fenton had put through so splendidly.
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