"Gently, gently!" urged Dick. "Think of the honor of your school
before you tie your hands up with any of your own mean, small
pride. Our whole idea must be that Gridley High School is to
go on winning, as it has always done before. For myself, I had
hoped to be on the eleven this year. Yet, if my staying off the
list will put Gridley in the winning set, I'm willing to give
up my own ambitions. I'm going to put the honor of the school
first, and myself somewhere along about fourteenth."

"That's the only talk," approved Dave promptly. "Gridley must
have the winning football eleven."

"Well, the whole thing is a shame," blazed Reade indignantly.

"Oh, well, don't worry," drawled Dan Dalzell. "Keep cool, and
the whole thing will be fixed."

"Fixed?" insisted Reade. "How? How will it be fixed?"

"I don't know," Dan confessed, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
"Just leave the worry alone. Let Dick fix it."

"How can you fix it?" asked Reade, turning upon their leader.

"I don't know---yet," hesitated Prescott. But, like Dan, I believe
there's a way to be found."

"Going?" asked Hazelton. "Well, I'll trot along, too."

"Yes," nodded Greg. "It's a shame to stay here, hardening Dick's