The Gridley boys went, fire in their hearts, flame in their eyes.
CHAPTER XVI
Gridley's Last Charge
"Remember, Captain Barnes!" called the referee significantly.
"Why don't you talk to Prescott, too?" demanded the Fordham captain sulkily.
"I don't need to."
"You——don't—-need to?" demanded Barnes, opening his eyes in pretended wonder.
"No; Prescott and his fellows have a magnificent reputation for fair play, and they've won it on merit."
"You're down on us," growled Captain Barnes.
"I'm only waiting till I can put my finger on some slugging to stop the game and hand it to Gridley," retorted the referee, with a snap.