He saved the game for Gridley, I heard.

I'd like to shake hands with him." "Then here's your chance, sir," laughed Dave, shoving Dick forward.
"Mr.Dick Prescott, Gridley High School." "My name's Dobbins," smiled the farmer, extending his hand.

"Glad to meet you, Prescott.

I thought it was you all the time.

Mebbe the young man with you is Darrin." "Yes," laughed Dick, and there was more handshaking.
"I hope I'll see the rest of your friends when you pass in the morning," said the farmer cordially.
"Hiram---supper!" called a shrill voice from The doorway.
"Coming, mother! Boys, it does one good to meet the right sort of fellows once in a while.