A fake kick, followed by a cyclonic impact at the right followed.
"They've changed the signals!" gulped the guilty masquerader behind the black veil.

"Then they've found out." With this came the next disheartening thought: "That's the reason, then, why the coach ordered me out of the field Thursday afternoon.

Morton is wise.

I wonder if he has told it all around ?" Gridley High School was doing some of its brilliant, old-style play now.

Prescott was proving himself an ideal captain, quick-witted, full of strategy, force, push and dash, yet all the while displaying the best of cool judgment in sizing up the chances of the hard battle.
But that which Phin Drayne noted most of all was that every signal used had a different meaning from that employed in the code he had mailed to the captains of the other school teams.
"It was all found out, and Gridley wasn't hurt," thought Phin, gnashing his teeth.