"Hear! Hear!" cried several of the fellows. This, in other words, meant that Dodge and Bayliss would be "sent to Coventry"---shut out from all social contact with the school body during the remainder of the school year. "I think I'm with you, fellows," nodded Captain Wadleigh. "However, remember that the football team can't settle all school questions. We'll take this up when we get back to Gridley." In the second half it was not long before Gridley did go stale and tired. But so, too, to the disgust of home boosters, did the Tottenville High School boys. The game became a sheer test of endurance. Gridley, under Wadleigh, played with a doggedness that made Tottenville put forth all its strength. "Brace up, you lobsters," growled Captain Grant of the home team, after the whistle had sounded on Tottenville's "down" with the ball. "Buck the simple Gridley youths. Wade through their line as if you fellows were going to dinner half an hour late. Don't let them wind you, or stop you!" Tottenville threw all its force into the following plays. Surely, doggedly, the home boys forced the ball down the gridiron. At last Gridley was forced to make a safety, thus scoring two points for their opponents. "Don't let that happen again, fellows," urged Wadleigh anxiously. "Fight for time, but don't throw any two-spots away." "Rally, men! Brace! Crush 'em!" ordered Captain Grant. "Seven minutes left! We've got to score." These muttered orders caused a grim smile among the Tottenville High School boys, for the only way to tie the score would be to force Gridley to make two more safeties---a hard thing to do against a crack eleven in seven minutes! Dick and Dave Darrin were called into play as soon as the visitors had the ball in their own hands once more. The "trick" signal sounded from quarter-back's lips. "One---three---seven---eleven!" There was instant, seemingly sly activity on the part of Gridley's right wing. Those from Gridley who stood on the grand stand thought that the coming play looked bad in advance. "Why don't they use Prescott again?" asked some one anxiously. "He has been having a vacation." Then followed the snap-back. Quarter-back started with the ball, and it looked as though he would dash for the right. The quarter took one step, then wheeled like lightning, and rushed after Darrin, who already was in swift motion. Gridley's whole line switched for the left. Tottenville found out the trick after the heaviest fellows in its line had started for Gridley's right. "Oh, Darrin---sprint! Oh, you Prescott!" Truly the boosters were howling themselves hoarse. There was frenzy on in an instant. To the knowing among the watchers there was no chance for Gridley to rush down on the enemy's goal line, but every yard---every foot, now---carried the pigskin just so much further from Gridley's goal line. Gridley's interference rushed in solidly about Dave Darrin, as though to boost him through.