Tom Reade, in togs, was standing among the Gridley subs at the side line.
Tom recognized, as did all the Gridley boys, the voice of Phin
Drayne.
"Yes!" bellowed Tom, facing the gray-clad group. "And that last speaker was a fellow who was expelled from Gridley High School for selling out his team!"
It was a swift shot and a bull's-eye. The Fordham Institute boys had no answer ready for that. Half of them turned to stare at Phin Drayne, whose guilty face, with color coming and going in flashes seemed to admit the truth of Reade's taunt.
"Dick," growled Darrin, as they moved forward, after the safety, to Gridley's twenty-five yard line, "these Fordham fellows are simply ruffians. They're fouling us every second, and they'll smash half our fellows into the hospital."
"We'll see about that!"
Dick Prescott's voice was as quiet and cool as ever, but there was an ominous flash in his eyes.
CHAPTER XV
"We'll Play the Gentleman's Game."
At the next down Dan Dalzell held up his hand, making a dash for the referee.