"I know what I would be doing though." "What ?" "I'd he Singing inside---singing songs of triumph over the game we were going to win---the game we just _had_ to win!" "You'd be pretty confident," smiled Darrin.
"Yes, I would," Dick asserted.

"I believe it's the only spirit worth having---the firm conviction that you're going to win, and that nothing can stop you." Coach Morton turned long enough to say: "Prescott, I wish you were old enough and big enough to be out there on our team now.

When your time comes I certainly hope you'll make the eleven.

Your spirit is what every high school needs." Blushing a bit, Dick drew the score card out of his pocket.

He knew the Gridley side of it by heart, already, but he wanted to read it over again.