Quarter-back Winters moved
his feet somewhat to left. Trent, left half-back, shot swiftly
away to an altered position.
Captain Halsey, of the college team, saw instantly that it looked
like a long pass and a sprint around Gridley's left end. A football
general must change front swiftly. At the signal, Cobber disposed
itself to bunch against the High School left.
The whistle blew. Winters got the ball, and made the movements
for a kick. Cobber men, in the air on the jump, halted somewhat
uncertainly, some of them.
It was a fake kick, and a royally good one. The ball went to
Stearns instead. Out around the right end dashed the little left,
with Gridley support thumping over the ground to back him up.
But Stearns was the best Gridley runner on the field today.
Moreover, he had not been worked as hard as had Evans.
A nimble dodge, and Stearns was past the first Cobber interference.
A howl of delight went up from the home fans.
Then Cobber's secondary defense made a dash for Stearns. The
latter found himself balked, so headed straight for them. Through
the line he made a dash. It was too much for little Stearns.
Down he went, and a groan of disappointment went up from the
Gridley seats.
Yet only to one knee went the swift little end. He was up and
off again like a shot. One Cobber man wheeled and would have
grabbed the little right end, but there was where Frank Thompson
played for all there was in him. He pitched forward, falling
headlong, and Smith, of Cobber, fell over him.
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