For an instant Phin Drayne stood there as though he would brave out this assertion of authority.

Then, seized by another impulse, he turned and made rapidly for a town-bound street car that was heading his way.
"What's up ?" asked two or three of the fellows of Dick Prescott.
Perceiving something out of the usual, they spoke in the same breath.
"Oh, if there's anything to tell you," spoke Prescott, suppressing a pretended yawn, "Mr.Morton may tell you----some time." But Mr.Morton was soon back.

Knocking on the wall for attention, he told, in as few and as crisp sentences as he could command, the whole story, as far as known.
"Now, young gentlemen," wound up the coach, "we must practice the new signals like wild fire.

There's mustn't be a single slip not a solitary break in our game with Tottenville.

And that game will begin at three-thirty on Saturday! "In reverting to Drayne, I wish to impress upon you all, with the greatest emphasis, that this must be treated by you all with the utmost secrecy until we are prepared, with proofs, to go further! If it should turn out that we're wrong in our suspicions, we'll turn and give Phineas Drayne the biggest and most complete public apology that a wronged man ever received." "All out to practice the new signals!" shouted Prescott, the young captain of the team..