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assistant. After the first greeting Mr. Morton turned his eyes anxiously toward the field. The day was ideal---not too cold. Though the sun was out, there was some cloudiness, yet without a sign of rain or snow. The field was in excellent shape for a fast game. "Why, Dick, you're _trembling_!" grunted Dave Darrin, in amazement. "I know it," Prescott confessed, half guiltily. "What's the matter?" "Oh, nothing; only I'm so excited I can't quite keep still." "Afraid for _our_ side?" "We're going to win!" asserted Dick, stubbornly. "Yet you're shaking!" "It is buck fever, I guess. O Dave, I _do_ love this grand old game!" Coach Morton half turned, sending a comprehending smile at the earnest young freshman. "I wonder if you'd feel like that," ventured Dave, "if you were one of our fellows out there on the gridiron." "Not for a second," spoke up Prescott, promptly. "I know what I would be doing though." "What?" "I'd he Singing inside---singing songs of triumph over the game we were going to win---the game we just _had_ to win!" "You'd be pretty confident," smiled Darrin. "Yes, I would," Dick asserted. "I believe it's the only spirit worth having---the firm conviction that you're going to win, and that nothing can stop you." Coach Morton turned long enough to say: "Prescott, I wish you were old enough and big enough to be out there on our team now. When your time comes I certainly hope you'll make the eleven. Your spirit is what every high school needs." Blushing a bit, Dick drew the score card out of his pocket. He knew the Gridley side of it by heart, already, but he wanted to read it over again. This was the line-up that he saw: Gridley H.S. Positions Cobber Second Evans .....left end..........Paisley Butler.....left tackle.......Jordrey Beck.......left guard........Smith Badger.....center ...........Halsey Thompson...right guard.......Jennison Edgeworth..right tackle......Potter Stearns....right end.........Adams Winters....quarter-back......Bentley Jasper.....right half-back...Haddleston Trent .....left half-back....Dill Gleason....fullback..........Strope "Why isn't Edgeworth in center?" asked Dave, glancing down over Dick's shoulder. "Played down a bit too fine to hold center in a big game like this," Dick answered. "Edgeworth is a corking center, and I wouldn't be afraid to see him there today. But Ben Badger is every bit as good." Coach Morto
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