Outside of the football squad no student had any idea what was coming.

Phin tried to look wholly unconscious.
Dr.Thornton spoke a little more on the meanness of treachery and betrayal.

Then, looking straight over at the middle of the third aisle on the boys' side of the room, the principal commanded: "Mr.Drayne, stand by your desk!" Phin was up, hardly knowing how he accomplished the move.

Every pair of eyes in the room was focused on him.
"Mr.Drayne," continued the principal, and now there was a steely glitter of contempt in the old man's eyes, "you were displeased because you did not attain to as high honors on the football eleven as you had hoped.

In revenge you made copies of the code signals of the team, and mailed a copy to the captain of nearly every team against which Gridley High School is to play this year." There came, from all parts of the room, a gasp of incredulous amazement.
"Your infamy, your treachery and betrayal, Mr.Drayne, were traced back to you," continued the principal.