Almost in a jiffy, so it seemed, the masculine part of the senior
dance party was out on the sidewalk of the side street.
"Don't you juniors and sophs show yourselves on Main Street for
a full sixty seconds, unless you hear us raise a row at the back
of the bank," advised Dick.
Somehow, none of the upper classmen seemed to think it strange
for young Prescott thus to take command. He and his chums had
discovered the attempt on the bank, and it seemed natural, just
now, for the freshman leader to lead the whole school.
On tiptoe Dick and his chums led the way into the alley, the seniors
following just as stealthily.
When the freshmen were within thirty feet of the lane Dick Prescott
held up his hand, then signed to all hands to make the grand rush
forward.
Just an instant before the High School boys could start, the earth
suddenly shook and swayed under them, while on the frosty night
air there came a great, sullen, fearsome---
BOOM!
That was the explosion designed to blow open the door of the
bank's vault.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE CAPTURE OF THE BANK ROBBERS
In answer, a rousing defiance, the Gridley H.S. yell was roared
out. And by this time, seniors Dick & Co. were in full motion.
"Four---thirteen---eleven!" bellowed Sam Edgeworth.
The football men heard that signal and understood the application
of it.
Though the flying wedge is now no longer tolerated in football,
there are other plays evolved from it, and the signal called for
one.
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