The numerals that came after the three called for the same trick that Fenton had put through so splendidly.
Again the ball started toward the right wing.

This time the Fordham players were sure they understood---and like a flash massed their defense against Gridley's left.
But on that reverse signal the ball continued to move at the right.
Before Barnes and his followers could comprehend, another touchdown had been scored by the visitors.
And then came the kick for goal, and it was a splendid success.
The kick came just at the end of the second half.

That kick won the game for Dick's sorely pressed team.
Gridley's score, won by a cleanly played game against bruisers, stood at twelve to eight! Now, indeed, did the Gridley boosters turn themselves loose, the band leading.
Barnes and his ruffians skulked back to dressing quarters, there to abuse the referee, the "Gridley kickers" and everyone and everything else but themselves.
It wasn't long before some of the Fordham subs slipped out to find their cronies and sympathizers in the crowd that was slowly dissolving.
Then the word was passed around: "Wait and be with us.

Barnes is going to stop the Gridleys on the way to the station.

Barnes is going to make Prescott fight for some things he said on the field! Of course, if you fellows get generally peevish, and the whole Gridley team gets cleaned out, there won't be many tears shed." So scores of the sort of rabble in whom such an appeal finds ready response hung about, eager to see what would turn up..