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and left, made twenty-seven yards before he
was brought to earth on Haven's thirty-four-
yard line.

The ball was in enemy territory now and
Haven was trying desperately to stay the Pass-
more advance.

Eooster plunged into a hole that Big Bill
made for him at center and gained three yards.
Four more were added on a reverse play of
Nat to Burnaby. Nolan, however, was smeared
when he tried to get through left tackle. On
the next play a pass of Garry to Rooster was
intercepted, and Haven had the ball on its own
nineteen-yard line.

They did not hold it long, for on a fumble
from center to left end Rooster recovered the
ball on the eighteen-yard line.

Pete faded away to a long distance behind
his line of scrimmage and threw. Garry darted
out from his own left end, took the ball on the
run and ran eight yards to carry it over the line
for a touchdown.

First blood had been drawn by Passmore,
and the crowds in the home stands went crazy,
while their song boomed down the field :



Starting the Season 121

"Passmore! Passmore! Passmore Tech!
They're the boys that sweep the deck.
Up and at 'em ! Slash and bat 'em !
Passmore ! Passmore ! Passmore ! ' '

Booster kicked the goal from a difficult angle,
and the score was seven to nothing in favor
of the home team.

"Gee, that was a rattling play, Garry!"
ejaculated Bill, as the ball was brought out for
action. "You caught those fellows flatfooted."

"Pete threw it beautifully," was Garry's
tribute. "He had it timed to the fraction of a
second."

Garry kicked off to Kane, who caught the ball
within seven yards of his goal and ran it back
to the twenty-five-yard line.

Rankin made a savage plunge through right
tackle for a gain of seven yards. Miller was
thrown for the loss of a yard. Rooster stopped
a reverse play by Caldwell that gained only a
yard. Then Rankin kicked to Pete, who caught
it on his own seventeen-yard line and ran it
back ten yards before he was downed.

Garry stormed through for eight yards, car-
rying half the Haven team on his back. Rooster
made it the first down by adding two more at
left end.

The Haven line stiffened, and Nolan was
knocked back like a rubber ball, when he made



122 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

a dive at center, losing three yards on the play.
Pete was smeared and Rooster had no better
luck. Garry punted out of bounds on Haven's
twenty-seven-yard line.

The Haven boys were fighting hard now, and
Rankin circled right end for seven yards. Cald-
well added two more on a reverse play. Pass-
more was off-side and suffered a penalty, the
ball being advanced to Haven's forty-one-yard
line.

Kane picked up three at left tackle, and a
moment later added eight more by a sparkling
run around the end.

The ball was now in Passmore's territory
and the hopes of the Haven partisans revived.
Yells of encouragement came from their stands
and their band struck up a college song.

The visitors' enthusiasm increased, when
Miller swept about right end for eleven yards
and another first down.

Rankin came from end on a reverse play for
the gain of a yard. A try by Caldwell at the
right end of the line added two more. Then
Lockett at center made a bad pass and the ball
bounded over the field and behind all the backs.

Rankin sprinted for it, picked up the ball,
while Nat Robine and Frank Ellison, the Pass-
more ends, were converging on him, and while
on a dead run, kicked it over the Passmore line
for a touchback, thus saving a lot of yardage



Starting the Season 123

for his team. Passmore took the ball on its
own twenty-yard line.

After Passmore shifted to the left on the
next play, Garry took the ball, hit the right
side of the line, plunged through a hole that
Big Bill and Peel opened for him and was
clear.

He reversed his field and started for the
Haven goal eighty yards away.

Behind him thundered the Haven team like
a pack of wolves on the trail of a deer!



CHAPTEE XIII

Getting the Jump

On went Garry, on like the wind.

Line after line of white yardage he crossed.
Behind him came both teams, Haven pursuing,
the Passmore interference plunging into them,
holding him back, dragging them down, bowl-
ing them over.

Garry's strategy had taken the enemy so by
surprise that, after eluding a tackle by Cald-
well, there was no one between him and the
goal. Once give Garry Grayson a start and
there was no one on that field that could out-
foot him.

Forty! Fifty! Sixty! Seventy! Thirty
yards yet to go. The Passmore rooters were
on their feet, yelling like mad!

The cheers died away in groans, as Garry's
foot slipped and he went down.

He was going at such a rate that he turned
a complete somersault and came up on his feet
again like a rubber ball, but the precious pig-
skin was still tightly clutched under his arm.

He staggered a moment, shook his dizzy head
until it cleared, and sped on toward the goal

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Getting the Jump 125

line, spurred to still greater speed by the sound
of padding feet behind him, the feet of the agile
halfback, Caldwell, who had gained in the few
seconds lost by Garry.

Twenty feet yet to go! Ten!

Caldwell launched himself into the air in one
last despairing leap at Garry's back.

The extended arms clutched only empty air,
and the next instant Garry had plunged over
the line for the second touchdown of the game.

Pandemonium was in the Passmore stands as
Garry, flushed and panting, rose to his feet and
brushed the dirt from his clothes. The home
band struck up, "I loved you then, I love you
now, I love you now and then."

Big Bill kicked the goal, and the score was
fourteen to nothing in favor of Passmore. Be-
fore the ball could be put into play again, the
whistle blew and the first quarter was ended.

Garry's jubilant mates mauled and pounded
him, and Eodney, though less demonstrative,
was no less delighted.

" Great work, Grayson!" he commended.
' ' That run down the field was a beauty. Keep
it up."

"That was a regular loop the loop," chuckled
Booster. "I thought you were gone for fair
when you made that tumble."

"Can't keep a good man down," exulted
Bill. "I guess those fourteen points to the
good will hold them for a while."



126 Grarry Grayson's Double Signals

" Just as well to add a few more points while
we're about it," declared Pete.

No more points were added in the second
quarter, for the Haven boys took a desperate
brace and held their enemies scoreless, although
for most of the time the play was in the Haven
territory. Never once in that period was the
Passmore line even threatened.

During the first part of the quarter there were
alternate advances and retreats on the part of
both teams, the ball passing from side to side
without any gain of importance being reg-
istered.

Then Passmore opened up a running game,
with Garry and Eooster alternating off the
Haven ends and pressing the visitors steadily
back, despite their vigorous resistance until,
in a steady procession down the field, they
reached the Haven one-yard line and a score
seemed inevitable.

Just at that juncture fate stepped in to hand
the Haven boys a break in the form of a fifteen-
yard penalty.

Even then Garry passed to Pete for what
seemed to be a touchdown, but the home team
was off-side and was penalized lave yards in
consequence.

The next play was a pass that Kane knocked
down and Haven took the ball. Two attempts
failed to gain and Clifton kicked to safety in
mid-field just as the period ended.



Getting the Jump 127

"We have 'em going," declared Booster, as
the weary warriors rested between halves.
"See the way we pushed them down the field
almost to their goal line?"

"It was only that confounded penalty that
queered us," grumbled Bill. "We weren't do-
ing any holding, to speak of. A fifteen-yard
set-back, when we were just on the point of
scoring!"

"Oh, well, we mustn't kick at the decision,"
observed Garry. "We'll get our own breaks
when the time comes. In the long run those
things usually even up."

The Haven boys opened the third quarter
as though they were going to carry all before
them.

Finding that the Passmore line was holding
like a steam shovel and that all their attacks
on it were beaten back either for trifling gains
or oftener for a positive loss, the visitors re-
sorted to the aerial attack and for a time with
a degree of success that sent a thrill of appre-
hension to the hearts of the Passmore sup-
porters.

So savage and sustained was the attack by
the air route that Haven advanced steadily
down the field for one first down after another,
until they had reached the Passmore twenty-
yard line and their rooters were frantically be-
seeching them to put the ball over.

Then one of the breaks that Garry had



128 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

prophesied came to the aid of the home team
and Haven lost the ball on a fumble. Nolan
kicked to mid-field and the partisans of Pass-
more breathed more freely.

The visitors refused to be disheartened and
started another drive for the Passmore goal,
getting as far as the thirty-yard line, with good
prospects of going farther.

At this juncture, however, the forward pass
that they had been using so effectively proved
their undoing, for when Miller hurled one to
Sharpe, Big Bill broke through, grabbed the
ball and scooted down to the Haven goal for
the third touchdown of the game. A moment
later Pete kicked the goal, and the total Pass-
more tally was twenty-one, while the visitors
had not scored a single point.

A punting duel followed, with Garry getting
the better of the exchanges with Rankin for
the two minutes before the period ended, with-
out further scoring.

"Only a miracle can save them now!" ejacu-
lated Joe Burnaby, while the elevens were tak-
ing breath.

"It looks that way," agreed Garry, "but
even miracles or what seem to be miracles
sometimes happen, and we musn't let down for
a minute."

It was evident from the very beginning of
the final period that Haven had shot its bolt.

The Passmore boys, scenting victory in the



(retting the Jump 129

air, were simply unstoppable. They ran rings
around their opponents and scored almost at

will.

Before the home team's fierce attacks, the
Haven line crumpled like paper. Eelying
chiefly on bucking the line, the Passmore backs,
headed by Garry, tore through the defense for
one first down after another and accounted for
one more touchdown on an off-tackle play.

A little later a driving attack, with Garry,
Pete and Booster reeling off the yards, brought
the ball to the Haven five-yard line, where a
savage plunge by Garry carried him over the
line standing up.

A poor pass from center slipped through
Clifton's hands and was recovered by Pass-
more on Haven's twenty-four-yard line. On
the next play Garry drove through a hole that
Big Bill and Ernest Peel made for him and
tore like a tiger into all opposition, until he
had made fifteen yards. From there a quick
toss to Pete added another touchdown to Pass-
more 's growing total.

"Gee!" panted Booster happily, as the ball
was brought out for play. "This started like
a fight. It's ending in a massacre!"



CHAPTER XIV

Buckling Down

"Certainly is a slaughter," grinned Garry
happily. "We're hardly letting them keep
their shirts!"

Even those indispensable articles were, fig-
uratively, badly torn a few minutes later, when
Garry leaped high into the air, speared a pass
and scurried down the field like a frightened
jack rabbit, plunging over the line for a final
touchdown, just before the whistle blew for the
ending of the game.

Passmore had conquered by a score of forty-
seven to nothing in the first game of the season !

With a roar the Passmore rooters swooped
down on the field, hoisted their victorious favor-
ites on their shoulders and carried them around
the gridiron, singing their favorite college foot-
ball song. It was only by dint of pleading and
urging that the triumphant players were at last
released and permitted to go to their quarters
in the gym to use the showers.

There the jubilation was renewed by the
members of the team, who were almost inco-
herent with joy over their victory. They were.

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Buckling Down 131

bruised and weary and sore, but happy be-
yond words.

" That's what you call getting the jump on
the season," crowed Eooster.

"Oh, boy, what we did do to them," exulted
Bill.

"Ban rings around them," chortled Rooster.
"That is, Garry did. Gee, Garry, you weren't
running today. You were flying."

"The only time they threw a scare into us
was when they tried the air route in the third
quarter," put in Pete. "They surely gained a
lot of yardage and had us guessing for a while."

"It was that long run of Garry's that broke
their hearts," observed Joe Burnaby. "To see
him make that somersault and come right side
up and keep on running was too much for them.
They hadn't thought they'd be called on to
meet anything like that."

Rodney was quite as delighted as his charges
and was not at all chary in his praise.

"I'm proud of you boys," he beamed. "You
did yourselves and the college credit. It's a
great thing to win the first game of the season
and to do it so impressively. You have a right
to rejoice in it. Don't forget, after all, that
it's only one game. There are four more to
come and some of them will be against fiercer
opposition than you had today. Franklin is
next, you know, and she's not to be sneezed at.
You remember what a fight she gave you last



132 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

year. From what IVe heard she's stronger
now than she was then.

"I noted a number of things today in our
playing that could be improved upon. I'll talk
to you about them later. For the present, just
enjoy your victory to the full. You'll have to-
morrow to rest up in and there won't be any
practice on Monday. Beginning Tuesday we'll
start in getting ready for the Franklin game.

"This game today has given you confidence.
You've tested your strength and found it would
stand the strain. I want you to have confi-
dence. A team that lacks it is licked before it
starts. The most dangerous thing in the world
is over-confidence. That's what you want to
guard against. Beware of the swelled head.
The more a balloon swells up, the nearer it is
to bursting."

The boys listened to him with respect and
agreed with him in principle. All the same,
they would not have been human, if they had
not been inclined to strut a little and throw
out their chests. For the time being they were
the heroes of the college, and the laudations
that were showered on them by their mates
were pleasant in the extreme.

There were no congratulations, however,
from Joe Roper and his knot of cronies. The
glory that had been gained by Garry, espe-
cially in that game, was gall and wormwood to
them.



Buckling Down 133

It would not have been safe for them in the
exalted state of college sentiment to have ex-
pressed their feelings openly, but they made up
for that by their snarling criticisms among
themselves.

"That fellow must have a rabbit's foot con-
cealed about him somewhere, " growled Swink.

"Any other guy that made that somersault
would have had a broken collarbone to show
for it," grumbled Pudge Allen. "He just
comes up smiling and a bigger hero than ever
in the eyes of the boobs who think the sun rises
and sets on him. ' '

"I hoped that maybe he'd gone stale in va-
cation," muttered Busby, "but he seems to be
playing harder and better than ever."

"Every dog has his day," growled Eoper,
"and Garry Grayson's having his. It's going
to end pretty soon. He's bound to come a
cropper, and don't you forget it."

"That's what you've been saying for a year
past," growled Toodle Swink. "Can't you get
a new song? Or set the words to different
music? As a prophet you're a washout."

"I am, am I?" flared Eoper. "You'll find
out before long whether I am or not. How
about it, Jack?" turning to Spinkler.

"We'll show 'em," returned Spinkler.

"What have you fellows got between you?"
asked Allen, his eyes turning curiously from
one to the other.



134 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

"Yes, why the mystery ?" put in Busby.
"Spill it."

" There isn't any mystery," grunted Swink
unbelievingly. "They're just putting up a
bluff."

"You'll find out whether it's a bluff or not,"
growled Roper, who seemed to regret his appeal
to Spinkler. "Come along, Jack, and leave
these boneheads to themselves."

The first thing that Garry and his chums did
after getting into their street clothes, follow-
ing the game, was to go down to the telegraph
office and learn how the other games in the
League had resulted.

They learned that Maltby had beaten Rox-
bury by a score of thirteen to twelve.

"Gee, that's close!" ejaculated Rooster.

"Both teams made two touchdowns, but the
only kick for goal was made by Maltby, and
that gave them the extra point they needed,"
commented Garry.

"Just won by the skin of their teeth," ob-
served Bill. "That's nothing to write home
about. ' '

"That one point was as good as a hundred,"
remarked Pete. "A victory's a victory, no
matter what the score. Now let's see how
Franklin and Nelson have come out."

"Fifty-four to nothing!" cried Rooster.
"That was a walloping for fair ! Franklin just
tramped all over them."



Buckling Down 135

" That's a bigger score than the one we piled
up over Haven," commented Garry.

"I guess Eodney was right when he said that
Franklin was not to be sneezed at," observed
Pete.

i ' Franklin's the next team we have to play,"
murmured Bill. "I tell you, boys, we have our
work cut out for us."

"I heard that the Franklin boys are heavier
in the line than we are," put in Eooster.

"The bigger they are the harder they fall,"
declared Garry. "We licked them last year,
and if we don't do it again, it won't be for lack
of trying."

As they were going over the campus on their
way back to their dormitory, they met Cora,
Ruth and Alice.

"Oh, I think you boys were just wonderful
today!" exclaimed Ruth impulsively.

"Hush, Ruth," chided Cora. "They're just
as sure of it as you are. They admit they're
great without argument."

"Nothing of the kind," disclaimed Garry.
"We were just kicking ourselves because we
didn't make it a hundred and forty-seven in-
stead of forty-seven."

"An unforgivable oversight on our part,"
put in Bill with a laugh.

"It was a help to have such pretty girls in
the stands rooting for us, ' ' said Garry. ' ' Don 't
you remember, Rooster, how, whenever we felt



136 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

a bit discouraged, we'd look over at the girls
and get a new lease on life?"

"Yes," agreed Eooster, "and how every time
you made a touchdown you'd say, 'This is for
Cora, this is for Euth, this is for Alice.' I
began to think you were going Mormon. You
heard him, didn't you, Bill?"

"Sure," agreed Bill. "I was getting
jealous."

"You awful fibbers!" cried Cora. "I'll bet
you didn't think of us once."

"Not once but a hundred times," declared
Garry.

"Deceivers ever," sighed Alice.

"Trust them to hang together," observed
Euth.

"If we didn't, we'd hang separately," re-
marked Bill. "By the way, how's the radio
getting along? Need any more fixing?"

"I'm sure it must by this time," chimec\in
Garry.

"They all do every little while," said Eooster
hopefully.

Cora laughed.

"Such shameless fishing for an invitation!"
she remarked.

"No doubt father would be glad to see them
any time," suggested Euth. "They could have
a real cosy evening in the library, talking about
philosophy and higher education, the whatness



Buckling Down 137

of the who and the whereness of the then.
The boys would just dote on that."

"We'd love it!" exclaimed Garry.

"Our favorite indoor sport," murmured
Bill.

"What could be sweeter?" wondered Eooster.

"I'll tell you what," suggested Cora. "If
you boys beat Franklin, you call over that eve-
ning to see us. If Franklin beats you, you call
over to see father."

" It 's a go ! " cried Garry. c ' Franklin 's licked
already."

"We'll have to beat them now," declared
Bill.

"What a walloping they're in for!" gloated
Rooster.

A little more gay persiflage and the girls
went on.

The Sunday and Monday rest refreshed the
football warriors after their gruelling contest,
and they started in on Tuesday with renewed
vigor for their coming contest with Franklin.

"Those boys will take some beating," ob-
served Bill. "That fifty-four to nothing score
over Nelson sticks in my crop."

"It shows they're right on edge," remarked
Garry. "I've been reading the newspaper re-
ports of that game and it was a dandy. That
fullback, Wallace, of theirs must be a whale of
a player."



138 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

"For that matter all their backs are strong,"
chimed in Booster. "Bryan and Clifton, the
left and right halfbacks, seemed to plough 4
through the Nelson line at will."

"That quarterback, Morton, is no slouch,"
added Bill. "They say he ran the team like a
clock. ' '

"That being so," chuckled Garry, "it's up
to us to see that the clock runs down!"



CHAPTER XV
A Despebate Battle

Rodney, too, had gauged the strength of the
Franklin team and held it in wholesome respect,
a feeling that was accentuated by its over-
whelming victory over Nelson.

So he drove his players on mercilessly to
get them at the top of their form. At the close
of each day's practice they had been taxed to
the utmost.

"Gee, but he's tough!" ejaculated Pete
Markham. "Look at the boys' tongues hang-
ing out."

"He knows his business," observed Garry.
"If we get licked, it won't be his fault. We
must be in the pink, if we expect to down a
team like Franklin."

In the "pink" they were, when the day
dawned for the momentous game. They were
ready to fight for a man's life, like a pack of
eager hounds begging to be slipped from the
leash.

The game was to be played on the Franklin
grounds, and practically the whole college with

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140 Garry Grayson's Double Signals

hosts of the townspeople went over by train
and bus to cheer their favorites on.

The stands were packed when the teams came
out for their preliminary practice, which was
sharp and snappy on both sides. It was evi-
dent from the beginning that neither team
would have a walkover.

Passmore won the toss and chose to defend
the north goal. Franklin elected to receive.
Rooster kicked off to Franklin's eighteen-yard
line. Bryan caught it and ran it back to his
own thirty-six-yard line.

A first plunge at the line failed to gain. On
the next play, Clifton threw a long pass to
Benson, which was incomplete. Wallace made
five yards at left tackle before he was brought
to earth by Burnaby. Another dive at the line
netted only a yard and Wallace kicked to Pass-
more 's twenty-five yard line.

Pete Markham caught it and ran it back for
eight yards before he was downed. Rooster,
faking a lateral pass, tried center, but gained
only a yard. Nolan dived at right, but Bryan
broke through and threw him for a loss of
eight yards. Garry's punt was blocked by
Sharpe on Passmore 's twenty- two-yard line,
but Rooster recovered it at that point and
Garry again kicked from his own fifteen-yard
line to Wallace, who caught the ball on Frank-
lin's thirty-one-yard line and ran it back for
seven yards.



A Desperate Battle 141

It was Franklin's ball, and Morton made two
yards through the line. On the next play,
Bryan cut back through right tackle for six
yards, bringing the ball to his own forty-six-
yard line. On the next play Morton threw a
pass to Benson, who caught it out of bounds.
It was brought back, and Bryan kicked to
Booster, who caught the ball within ten yards
of his goal and ran it back to his own seven-
teen-yard line.

G-arry kicked to Clifton, who caught the ball
on his own forty-six-yard line and was tackled
out of bounds at his forty-nine-yard line. On a
spinner play Morton made a yard, but this was
neutralized a moment later when Wallace lost
a yard on an attempt at right tackle. Finding
that the Passmore line was holding strongly,
Bryan kicked from his own forty-five-yard line
to Booster, who caught it on his own eight-
yard line and ran it back in a magnificent sprint
to his twenty-five yard line.

Nolan hit the line for two yards. Pete ran
into his interference and lost a yard, but Frank-
lin was off-side and was penalized five yards.
Booster made three yards at right end. Nolan
failed to gain and Garry kicked from his own
twenty-five-yard line to out of bounds on
Franklin's twenty-two-yard line.

Morton was smeared when he dived at the


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