The High School Captain of the Team

The High School Captain of the
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Title: The High School Captain of the Team Dick & Co. Leading the
Athletic Vanguard
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 23, 2004 [EBook #12692]
Language: English
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THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM
or Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vanguard
By H. Irving Hancock

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS

I. "Kicker" Drayne Revolts II. A Hint from the Girls III. Putting the
Tag on the Sneak IV. The Traitor Gets His Deserts V. "Brass" for an
Armor Plate VI. One of the Fallen VII. Dick Meets the
Boy-With-A-Kick VIII. Dick Puts "A Better Man" in His Place IX.
Could Dave Make Good? X. Leading the Town to Athletics XI. The
"King Deed" of Daring XII. The Nerve of the Soldier XIII. Dick
Begins to Feel Old XIV. Fordham Plays the Gentleman's Game XV.
"We'll Play the Gentleman's Game XVI. Gridley's Last Charge XVII.
The Long Gray Column XVIII. The Would-Be Candidates XIX. Tom
Reade Bosses the Job XX. When the Great News was Given Out XXI.
Gridley Seniors Whoop It Up XXII. The Message From the Unknown
XXIII. The Plight of the Innocent XXIV. Dave Gives Points to the
Chief of Police XXV. Conclusion

CHAPTER I
"Kicker" Drayne Revolts
"I'm going to play quarter-back," declared Drayne stolidly.
"You?" demanded Captain Dick Prescott, looking at the aspirant in
stolid wonder.
"Of course," retorted Drayne. "It's the one position I'm best fitted for of
all on the team."
"Do you mean that you're better fitted for that post than anyone else on
the team?" inquired Prescott. "Or that it's the position that best fits your
talents?"
"Both," replied Drayne.
Dick Prescott glanced out over Gridley High School's broad athletic
field.
A group of the middle men of the line, and their substitutes, had
gathered around Coach Morton.

On another part of the field Dave Darrin was handling a squad of new
football men, teaching how to rush in and tackle the swinging lay
figure.
Still others, under Greg Holmes, were practicing punt kicks.
Drayne's face was flushed, and, though he strove to hide the fact, there
was an anxious look there.
"I didn't quite understand, Drayne," continued the young captain of the
team, "that you were to take a very important part this year."
"Pshaw! I'd like to know why I'm not," returned the other boy hotly.
"I think that is regarded as being the general understanding," continued
Dick. He didn't like this classmate, yet he hated to give offense or to
hurt the other's feelings in any way.
"The general understanding?" repeated Drayne hotly. "Then I can tell
the man who started that understanding."
"I think I can, too," Prescott answered, smiling patiently.
"It was you, Dick Prescott! You, the leader of Dick & Co., a gang that
tries to boss everything in the High School!
"Cool down a bit," advised young Prescott coolly. "You know well
enough that the little band of chums who have been nicknamed Dick &
Co. don't try to run things in the High School. You know, too, Drayne,
if you'll be honest about it, that my chums and I have sometimes
sacrificed our own wishes to what seemed to be the greatest good of the
school."
"Then who is the man who has worked to put me on the shelf in
football?" insisted the other boy, eyeing Dick menacingly.
"Yourself, Drayne!"
"What are you talking about?" cried Drayne, more angry than before.

"Don't be blind, Drayne," continued the young captain. "And don't be
silly enough to pretend that you don't know just what I mean. You
remember last Thanksgiving Day?"
"Oh, that?" said Drayne, contemptuously. "Just because I wouldn't do
just what you fellows wished me to do?
"I was there," pursued Captain Prescott, "and I heard all that was said,
saw all that was done. There was nothing unreasonable asked of you.
Some of the fellows were a good bit worried as to whether you were
really in shape for the game, and they talked about it among themselves.
They didn't intend you to over hear, but you did, and you took offense.
The next thing we knew, you were hauling off your togs in hot temper,
and telling us that you wouldn't play. You did this in spite of the fact
that we were about to