gnals ripped out fast and clear.

The ball came back to Quarter-back Winters. He started Gridley
faces to glowing again, for Winters did one of the things that
had made the team famous. This was the Gridley fake kick. With
any lesser team it would have been good for twenty-five yards.
Even against the big, alert fellows from Cobber that fake kick
was good for eight yards. But not yet did the full effect of
the move come. For Cobber was off-side and Trent burst through
the line on a spurt that was good for thirty-three yards.

Two snappy line plays followed that made the Cobber boys feel
the cold sweat ooze. It would have been Gridley's first down,
but a little slip penalized the home players for fifteen yards.

Most of the people of Gridley back in the seats wore now standing
up in their excitement. They had dreaded much from the bigger
college boys, but now the spectators saw that Gridley could hold
its own for strategy, ruse and speed.

Cobber lost its temper just a bit, now, before the smiling faces
of these High School boys. Some rough playing followed, but the
home boys kept their tempers.

Soon Ben Badger signaled another fake kick formation. That was
Gridley's specialty for this game, one long planned and worked
for. Quarter-back Winters again got the ball. With a handsome
forward pass he made it Thompson's, and it went to the enemy's
seven-yard line.

"Question---four!" appealed Cheer-Master Prescott, through the
megaphone.

Back from twenty boys on the home stand came the heavy query:

_"Where's Cobber?
Where's Cobber?"_

From all the rest of the H.S. fans came the roaring answer:

"Lost! Suitable reward and no questions asked!"

Then the Cobber fans hurled back this hint:

_"Brag's a great dog,
Brag's a smart dog,
Brag's a good dog, but-----
Look out for the cat!"_

Cobber now developed their own famous bulldog tactics. From the
seven-yard line Gridley moved the ball less than two yards in
three plays. Cobber got the ball, and then other things began
to happen. Cobber's big fellows worried the ball back for eleven
yards. Then the visitors, who carried thirty per cent. more
weight, began with heavy mass plays. Gridley began to go down,
to double up and collapse before that heavy, rough play, in
which fatigue, not speed was the object of the opponents.

It was not scientific play, but it was grueling on the High School
boys. Even confident Dick Prescott's heart began to s