"Mr. Confident!" teased Belle.
"Why, you know, as well as we do, that we'll come home with Fordham's scalp!" retorted, Darrin.
"You've heard some of the talk about Fordham's confidence in winning, haven't you?" asked Laura, a bit anxiously.
"Yes," nodded Dick. "But that doesn't mean anything. You know the Gridley record, the Gridley spirit and confidence."
"Still," objected Belle, "one side has to lose, and the Fordham boys have all the stuff ready to light bonfires on Thanksgiving night."
"Have you any particular friends over in Fordham?" asked Dave
Darrin, with a sudden swift, significant look.
"No, I haven't," retorted Belle hastily. "And I hope, with all my heart, that Gridley gains the only points that are allowed. Yet, sometimes, so much confidence all the while seems just a bit alarming."
"I won't say another word, then, until after the game," promised
Darrin meekly.
"And then——-?"
"Oh, I'll turn half girl, and say 'I told you so,'" mimicked
Dave good-humoredly.