In the next three plays Fordham, under the now more keenly watchful eyes of the officials, failed to make the required distance, and lost the ball.
Gridley took the ball, now.

In the next two plays, the smaller fellows advanced the ball some twelve yards.

But in the next three plays following, they lost on downs, and Fordham again carried the pigskin.
"The Fordham fellows are passing a lot of whispers every chance they get," reported alert Dave.
"I don't care how much they whisper," was Dick's rejoinder.

"But watch out for crooked tricks." Minute after minute went by.

Gridley got the ball down to the enemy's fifteen-yard line, then saw it slowly forced back into their own territory.
Now Fordham began to "slug" again; yet so cleverly was it done that the officials could not put their fingers on a definite instance that could be penalized.
Bravely fighting, Gridley was none the less driven back.