Don't give Cobber a chance
to bump you any when it can be avoided."
In the meantime the Cobber fans, as was their right, were hurling
the most abusive cheers and taunts. Dick, as cheer-master, allowed
this to pass until nearly the end of the intermission. At last
he gave the sudden call through the megaphone:
"Twenty-three!"
The number sounded ominous; so did the cheer that was designated
by it. The Gridley H.S. boys on the grand stand responded hardly
more than half-heartedly:
_"Com-pan-nee served first!
That's our steady rule!
Manners the best are taught
In Gridley school!
"But he who waits laughs best!
'Tis but a distance short
'Twixt laugh and weep---
Your joy'll be short!"_
"H.S. cheer!" exhorted Prescott, at once.
It came, with a more thundering volley. Yet Gridley folks stirred
uneasily.
"That's what comes of putting a freshman, without judgment, on
the calling job," muttered Fred Ripley sarcastically.
The whistle blew. Cobber got the ball, and kept it moving. Once
there was a brief setback when Gridley got the pigskin and sought
to push it back. After four yards, however, Cobber took it and
moved down the field with it.
It seemed impossible to offer effective resistance to the heavy
college men now.
Gridley hearts sank from sheer weight. Gridley had met more
than its match!
CHAPTER XVI
THE FAKE KICK, TWO WAYS
It was almost a touchdown for Cobber when Ben Badger rallied his
men enough to fight the college men back some twenty-odd yards.
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