"Seven minutes left! We've got to score." These muttered orders caused a grim smile among the Tottenville High School boys, for the only way to tie the score would be to force Gridley to make two more safeties---a hard thing to do against a crack eleven in seven minutes! Dick and Dave Darrin were called into play as soon as the visitors had the ball in their own hands once more.
The "trick" signal sounded from quarter-back's lips.
"One---three---seven---eleven!" There was instant, seemingly sly activity on the part of Gridley's right wing.

Those from Gridley who stood on the grand stand thought that the coming play looked bad in advance.
"Why don't they use Prescott again ?" asked some one anxiously.
"He has been having a vacation." Then followed the snap-back.

Quarter-back started with the ball, and it looked as though he would dash for the right.
The quarter took one step, then wheeled like lightning, and rushed after Darrin, who already was in swift motion.
Gridley's whole line switched for the left.
Tottenville found out the trick after the heaviest fellows in its line had started for Gridley's right.
"Oh, Darrin---sprint! Oh, you Prescott!" Truly the boosters were howling themselves hoarse.
There was frenzy on in an instant.
To the knowing among the watchers there was no chance for Gridley to rush down on the enemy's goal line, but every yard---every foot, now---carried the pigskin just so much further from Gridley's goal line.
Gridley's interference rushed in solidly about Dave Darrin, as though to boost him through.
Dick seemed bent on beating down some of the formation surging against the visitors.
Just as the bunch "clumped" Dave Darrin went down.

There was a surge over him, and then Dick Prescott was seen racing as though for life.
There was no opposition left---only Tottenville's quarter-back and the fullback.
Tottenville's quarter got after fleeting Dick too late, for the whole movement had been one of startling trickery.
One Tottenville halfback was too far away to make an obstructing dash in time.
In dodging the other halfback Dick dashed on as though not seeing the fellow.

This, however, was all trick.