"But I won't let them stroll through our line."
Even the heavy Cobber men, though they advanced doggedly, did
not make any too great progress.
Down at the Gridley fifteen-yard line the High School boys developed
their greatest stubbornness and strength. So well did they oppose
the college boys that, by preventing progress in three successive
plays, the home boys again got the ball. They could not move
it sufficiently far forward, however. Cobber took the ball again.
"Better let up on the cheers, don't you think, sir?" Dick inquired.
"Yes," nodded Coach Morton. "It would only worry our boys now,
and they've got enough on their minds as it is."
Again Cobber took the offensive. At the next down a man had to
be sent from the field, and a substitute sent out. But the casualty
went to Cobber, not to the High School team. That fact gave the
major part of the audience grim satisfaction.
"There they go, now!" muttered Dave Darrin, in disgust. "Nothing
is going to stop the big fellows!"
"They're getting nearer our goal line," Dick admitted. "But a
game is never won until it's finished. Cobber, as yet, hasn't
even gotten the touchdown!"
A minute later Cobber _had_. To the Gridley onlookers it sent
a shock of dismay. The college men certainly had scored.
"It's Cobber's beef, not science," Dick stoutly asserted. "Our
fellows play with more speed and real skill. _Say_---look at
that!"
For Bentley, of the college eleven, had just missed the kick from
field.
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