CHAPTER XV.
GRIDLEY FACES DISASTER "We'll kick from the north end," announced Captain Badger, promptly.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Gridley loped off for its positions.
The band broke loose in a wild hurrah of a tune.

Spectators belonging to both sides took up a wild cheer until the referee raised his right hand for silence.

The opposing teams were lined up.
Darting forward to center field the referee placed the ball, then ran backwards off the gridiron.
His whistle went to his lips.

It was an instant of strained attention.
Trill-ll! It was not a cheer, but a subdued, breathless gasp that rose from the two camps of fans as the opposing lines rushed at each other.

Dick could not help a slight groan, for Adams, of Cobber, reached the pigskin first.