Again the ball started toward the right wing. This time the Fordham
players were sure they understood---and like a flash massed their
defense against Gridley's left.
But on that reverse signal the ball continued to move at the right.
Before Barnes and his followers could comprehend, another touchdown
had been scored by the visitors.
And then came the kick for goal, and it was a splendid success.
The kick came just at the end of the second half. That kick
won the game for Dick's sorely pressed team.
Gridley's score, won by a cleanly played game against bruisers,
stood at twelve to eight!
Now, indeed, did the Gridley boosters turn themselves loose, the
band leading.
Barnes and his ruffians skulked back to dressing quarters, there
to abuse the referee, the "Gridley kickers" and everyone and
everything else but themselves.
It wasn't long before some of the Fordham subs slipped out to
find their cronies and sympathizers in the crowd that was slowly
dissolving.
Then the word was passed around:
"Wait and be with us. Barnes is going to stop the Gridleys on
the way to the station. Barnes is going to make Prescott fight
for some things he said on the field! Of course, if you fellows
get generally peevish, and the whole Gridley team gets cleaned
out, there won't be many tears shed."
So scores of the sort of rabble in whom such an appeal finds
ready response hung about, eager to see what would turn up.
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