By hastening, the Grammar School boys were back in school for the last hour of the session.
CHAPTER III
FOOTBALL—WITHOUT RULES
School was out for the day. Three quarters of the boys belonging to the four upper grades made a bee line for a field about a block away. The magnet was a football that Dave Darrin proudly carried tucked under his left arm.
"I wanter play!"
"Let me try just one good kick with it, Dave!"
"Take a stroll," advised Darrin laconically. "How can I blow up the ball and talk to you fellows, too?"
"Hurry up, then. We want to give the ball a fierce old kick."