Tottenville's fullback was now the sole hope of the home team.
Prescott, however, dodged that heavy fellow, also.
From the Gridley boosters on the grand stand went up a medley of yells that dinned in the young left end's ears. Panting, all but fainting, Dick was over the enemy's goal line and he had the ball down.
When Dave had emerged from that fruitless clumping he had a broad grin on his face. He saw that while Dick was not yet over the goal line, only the fullback was in the way and the fullback was no match for Dick in the matter of speed.
Then the yells told the rest. Back came the ball. Captain Wadleigh nodded to Dave to kick the goal.
Captain Grant looked utterly wild. He had assured everyone in Tottenville who had asked him that the Gridley "come ons" would be eaten alive. And here——-!
Dave made the kick. After going down in that bunch Darrin was not at his best. Body and nerves were tired. He failed to kick the goal.
Hardly, however, had the two teams been started in a new line-up when the time keeper did his trick. The game was over.
That last kick had failed, but who cared? The score was eleven to two!
Ere the players could escape from the field the Gridley boosters were over on the gridiron.