Fordham had dropped several of its original players, putting in heavier or better men, and a new coach had been employed.

The Fordham boys were now believed to be able to put up a strenuous game.
"I hope you're going to win, Prescott," said Mr.Macey, meeting Dick on the street one afternoon not long before Thanksgiving.
"Have you any doubts, sir ?" smiled the captain of the Gridley team.
"Well, you see, Fordham was my native town.

I run down there often, and I know a good deal of what's going on there.

Fordham's second coach has attended the last two games you played, and he has been stealing all your points that he could get." "He has, eh ?" muttered Prescott.

"That's news to me.