Physicians hurried out from the side lines.
"Broken leg," said one of them, and a stretcher was brought.
"Have we got to stand this sort of thing?" demanded Hudson, in a hoarse whisper. "Say the word, and I'll send two of their men after Hazelton."
"Don't you do it!" snapped Dick sharply. "It would disgrace our school colors and our school honor. Don't let knaves make a knave of you."
Tom Reade came out on a swift run from the side lines to take
Hazelton's place.
"We ought to be allowed to carry guns, when we play a team like this one," blurted Tom indignantly.
"We'll pay them back in the score," retorted Dick soberly, though his eyes were flashing.
Dave, in the meantime, was swiftly passing some orders Dick had whispered to him. These orders, however, related to plays to come, and did not call for retaliation on Hazelton's account.
Play was called sharply. "Pay in the score," became the battle cry raging in every Gridley boy's heart.
Four successive plays carried the ball so close to the Fordham goal line that Barnes and his followers were in despair.