At this instant Dick bethought himself.

Placing his mouth to the megaphone, he roared: "H.S.

cheer!" It rolled out with full volume while the referee was placing the ball.

By the time it died out Cobber's captain could be heard calling: "Four---nine---thirty-three---eight!" Trill-ll! Here, the heavier boys from Cobber began to do their fine work, and Gridley hearts sank.
Cobber made a first down on three plays.

It ended in a bad fumble, however, for steady Thompson went down over the ball on the Gridley forty-five-yard line.
"H.S.