was Gridley's whole elaborate signal code, laid down in black
and white to the last detail. It was all flawlessly correct,
too.

"Mr. Jarvis," said Dick, looking up, "you've been a gentleman
in this matter. This is our signal code, signal for signal.
It's the code on which we relied for our chance to give your team
a thrashing on Saturday. I thank you for your honesty, sir."

"Why, I always have rather prided myself on a desire to do the
manly thing," smiled Captain Jarvis.

"May I ask how this came into your possession?" demanded Dick.

"It was in our family mail box, this morning, and I took it out
on my way to school," replied Jarvis. "You see, the heading on
the first sheet shows that the document purports to give the Gridley
signals."

"And it does give them, to a dot," groaned Prescott, paling again.

"So I showed it to our coach, Mr. Matthews, and to some of the
members of the team," continued Mr. Jarvis. "I would have brought
this to you, in any case, and I'm heartily glad to say that every
one of our fellows agreed that it was the only manly thing to
do."

"You have won the Gridley gratitude," protested Dick. "This code
couldn't have been tabulated by anyone but a member of our own
squad. No one else had access to this list. There's a Benedict
Arnold somewhere in our crowd," continued Dick, with a sudden
rush of righteous passion. "Oh, I wish we could find him. But
this typewriting, I fear, will give us no conclusive evidence.
Was the address on the envelope in which this came also typewritten?"

"No," replied Mr. Jarvis. "I opened this communication on the
street, while on my way to school. I tossed the envelope away.
Then I fell to studying this document."

"You must have thought it a hoax," smiled Dick wearily.

"I did, at first, yes," continued the Tottenville football captain.
"In fact, I was half of that mind when I left Tottenville to
come here. But I was determined to find out the truth of the
matter. Mr. Prescott, I'm very nearly as sorry as you can be,
to have to bring you this evidence that you have a sneak in Gridley
High School."

"I'd far rather have lost Saturday's game," choked Prescott, "than
to discover that we've such a sneak in Gridley High School. I'm
fearfully upset. I wish I had any kind of evidence on which to
find this sneak."

"Have you any suspicions?"

"That would be too much to say yet."

"Of course, Mr. Prescott," continued the Tottenville youth