Bert Dodge rubbed his eyes.
"Prescott?" he muttered.
"Blazes, but that is Prescott!" faltered Bayliss, with a sickly grin.
"How did he ever get over here in time to play?" demanded Bert
Dodge.
Herr Schimmelpodt could have told. The stout, sport-loving old contractor had parted with some of his greenbacks to a chauffeur who had put Dick and himself over the long road to Tottenville. And the young left end was playing, today, in his finest form!
CHAPTER XVI
"THE CATTLE CAR FOR YOURS"
It was Dave Darrin who kicked the goal. This ran the score up to six to nothing in Gridley's favor.
It was the first scoring in a game that had begun by looking all bad for Gridley.
The Tottenville High School boys were bigger than the visitors and fully as speedy.