He loves every one of his boys, and to have one of them go bad is just as painful to him as to see his own son sent to the penitentiary." "Is Dr.Thornton coming to the game this afternoon, sir ?" "Yes; he has never missed one yet, in any year that he has been principal of Gridley High School." "Then we'll make that fine old American gentleman feel all right again by the grand game that we'll put up," promised Dick vehemently.
"I'll pass the word, and the fellows will strain themselves to the last drop." Orders were issued to the gate tenders to throw Drayne out if he presented himself at the gate.
Drayne did put in an appearance, and he got through the gate to a seat on the grand stand, but it was no fault of the gate tenders.
Drayne had spent some of his spare money at the costumer's.

With his trim, rather slim figure Phin Drayne made up rather well as a girl.

He wore black---mourning throughout, perhaps in memory of his departed honor---and a heavy veil covered his face.

In this disguise Drayne sat where he could see what would happen.
At the outset it was Gridley's kick off, and for the next ten minutes Tottenville had the ball, fighting stubbornly with it.
But at last, when forced half way down the field between center and its own goal line, Gridley blocked so well in the three following plays that the pigskin came to the home eleven.
Dick bent over, holding the ball for the snapback, while his battle front formed on each side of him.
Dave Darrin, quarter-back, raced back a few steps, then halted, looking keenly, swiftly over the field.
Phin Drayne drew his breath sharply.

Then his heart almost stopped beating as he listened.
"Thirty-eight---nine---eleven---four!" sounded Darrin's voice, sharp and clear.
"That's the run around the left end!" throbbed Phin Drayne.
But it wasn't.