Captain Prescott still called out the squad and gave signal work unceasingly.
"The Gridley boys never jumped so swiftly to carry out their signals before, Captain," spoke Mr.Morton commendingly.
"I want to have this line of work ahead of anything that Tottenville can show next Saturday," Dick replied.
"I guess you have the Tottenville boys beaten all right," nodded Mr.Morton.
Tottenville High School always gave one of the stiffest games that Gridley had to meet.

This season Tottenville was first on the list.

Prescott's young men knew that they had a stiff fight.
It was to take place on the Gridley grounds---that was comfort to the home eleven.
The entire student body was now feeling the enthusiasm of the opening of the season on Saturday.
The townsmen of Gridley had subscribed as liberally as ever to the athletics fund.

There had also been a fine advance sale of seats, and the Gridley band had been engaged to make the occasion a lively one.
"You'll win, if ever the signs were worth anything, Captain," remarked Mr.Morton to Prescott, at recess Thursday forenoon.
"Of course we'll win, sir," laughed Dick.

"That's the Gridley way---that's all.