"I claim a foul!" he called.
"Captain, this is for you," announced the referee, turning to
Dick. "Be quick, if you've any complaint to make."
"Come here, Dalzell," called Prescott. "What was the foul?"
The Fordham players crowded about, muttering in an ugly way—-all except one man, who skulked at the rear.
"There's the hoodlum," continued Dan excitedly, one hand over his left breast. He pointed to the Fordham player skulking at the rear. "That fellow deliberately gave me the elbow over the heart when we came together."
"What have you to say, Captain Barnes?" demanded the referee, turning to the Fordham leader.
"It's not true," retorted Barnes hotly. "Daniels, come here."
The matter was argued quickly and hotly, Gridley accusing, Fordham hotly denying.
"Can't you Gridley fellows play with anything but your mouths?" snarled Captain Barnes.
"We play a straight game," retorted Dick coldly. "We play like gentlemen."