CHAPTER XXIII.
SULKER AND REAL MAN Dave Darrin glanced covertly, though anxiously, at his chum.
Was Dick really unfit to play?
Dave wondered.
It was not that Prescott had actually failed in any quick bit of individual or team play that he had been signaled to perform.
But Darrin wondered if Dick could really be anything like up to the mark.
During the interval Captain Wadleigh went quietly among his men, murmuring a word of counsel here and there.
Nothing in Wadleigh's face or tone betrayed worry; intense earnestness alone was stamped on his bearing.
"Now, remember, fellows, don't get a spirit of defense grafted on you," were Wadleigh's last words before the second half began.
"Remember, its to be a general assault all the time.

If you get on the defensive nothing can save us from losing." No sooner was the ball in motion than Gridley's line bore down upon the enemy.

So determined was the assault that Filmore found itself obliged to give ground, stubbornly, for a while.

Yet Captain Pike's men were not made of stuff that is easily whipped.

After the first five minutes Pike's men got the ball and began to drive it a few yards, and then a few yards more, over into Gridley's territory.
As the minutes slipped by the ball went nearer and nearer to Gridley's goal line.