just back of the fifteen-yard line, and this time Bert Cable had no difficulty in negotiating the extra point. For the rest of the period Clearfield played on the defensive and kicked frequently, and the half ended with the ball in Highland Hall's possession on her own forty-three yards.
Dick watched the game from the grandstand in company with Louise Brent, who, like most of the High School girls, was an ardent football lover. Between the halves, however, Louise abandoned the game long enough to announce the progress of the Fund.
"It was forty-three dollars and sixty cents this noon, Dick," she said. "That isn't bad, but I thought we'd have lots more by this time. The girls have done heaps better than the boys. They've given almost two-thirds of the total. Do you think the boys really dislike Mr. Grayson; many of them, I mean?"
"No, but most of the younger fellows don't have much spending money, Louise, and I suppose they think they need sodas and candy and such things more than Mr. Grayson needs a new desk!" Dick smiled at his companion's expression of disapproval. "They'll fall into line in the end, though, I guess.
