"Some one had to take that ball and drop it behind Hallam's goal line.

I was the one who was ordered to do it.
If I hadn't, what would you fellows have said about me ?" By the time that the Hallam Heights young men were dressed several of them came to the Gridley quarters, Forsythe at their head.
"We want to shake hands," laughed Forsythe, "and to make sure that you have no hard feelings for what we tried to do to you." Dick and Darrin took this in laughing goodfellowship.
"If you call this your dub team to-day," continued Forsythe, a bit more gloomily, "we shudder to think what would have happened to us had you put in your regular line-up." "There isn't any dub team in Gridley," spoke Dick quickly.

"All of our fellows are trained in the same way, by the same coach, and we stake all our chances on any line-up that's picked for the day.

It was hard on you, gentlemen, that my knee put me out for the day.

Darrin is twice as crafty as I am." "Oh, Darrin is crafty, all right," agreed Forsythe cheerfully.
"But, somehow, I like him for it." On some of the side streets Gridley boys were allowed to light bonfires that evening, and there was general rejoicing of a lively nature.