"That always seems to be the way with Grammar School fellows," sighed Dick. "High School fellows do big things, but you can't ever get Grammar School boys to stick together long enough to do anything!"
So Grammar School football died an almost painless death.
CHAPTER XIV
DICK STEPS INTO A DEATH-TRAP
"Hullo, Dave!"
"Hullo, Dick. I've been looking for you. My, but you're dressed up to-night. Going to a party that I haven't heard about?"
"Not exactly," laughed Dick. "I'm going to call on Mrs. Dexter."
"Oho!"