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"We'll go to bat, then," decided Prescott. "We might as well begin to pile up the score that we're going to make." "We'll show you how you're not going to make it," Ted grinned. "Remember, Prescott, that I and Wells are the battery to-day." "What you need," laughed Dick, "is a good right fielder and a star third baseman." "Huh!" grunted Teall. "Get to your places," ordered Tozier briskly.
"You're merely a clown." "Wait until my nine plays yours," retorted Teall genially. "Then we'll see who looks more like a clown -you or I." But now there was time, and Dick Prescott and his fellows had to tell scores of eager inquirers how they came by their new uniforms, when they had not expected to have any.
"Then trot him out and let him get busy!" came the urgent demand. "Wait just a few minutes, fellows. We want it really dark," urged Captain Prescott. At last, when he judged it dark enough, Dick stepped forward, Captain Ted Teall at his side. "Friends," Dick explained, "Teall has been good enough to agree to start the blaze tonight." "South Grammar fellows this way, please!" called Teall.
"I'm not sure that the fellow with the bat would ever know what happened," answered the druggist. "Is it as bad as that?" gasped Teall. "Worse," replied the druggist grimly. "So, Teall, if you had any thoughts of playing a trick like that," interposed Chief Coy, "take my word for it that such a trick would be likely to land you in a reform school until you were at least twenty-one years old."
"Prescott is a mighty cool one." "Yes, we can," insisted Hi. "I'll tell you what to boiler just the instant that Teall picks up the stick and Prescott starts to twist the ball." Ted, all unsuspicious, and believing that he had stilled his own band of teasing torments, picked up his bat and went to the plate. "Put it over the robbers, Ted!" came from Hi Martin's crowd.
"If you're lamed any by your little trip," offered Tom, "I'll leave left field to do your base running for you this afternoon." "Yah! I'll bet you would," jeered Teall. "And if I let you, I'd be down on the score card for three less than no runs at all." "You will, anyway," said Reade gravely. "Somehow," broke in Dan, "I feel unusually happy this afternoon."
"Let go, or I'll hit some one with it." "That's what he wants to do anyway," called out one of the boys. "Yank it away from him!" The bat torn from him, Ted Teall was fighting mad. He was so ugly, in fact, that he was borne to the ground, three of his own classmates sitting on him. "You're all right, Ted," announced one of his classmates. "All that ails you is that you've got a touch of heat.
The next instant his face went deep red, for everyone on the field appeared to be laughing and jeering at him. "Confound Prescott and his tricks!" muttered Teall under his breath. "It'll take a lot of thinking for me to get even with that trick." Whizz-zz! went the ball by Ted's body, just below shoulder-high. "Strike one!" called the umpire sharply.
"Because I felt that we had been in school about as long as we could stand on the day of the championship game," laughed Prescott. "Wise captain," approved Darrin. They had not been on the field many minutes when a whoop sounded near at hand that caused the boys to look with surprise. "Here come the Souths!" called Dave. "They must have been let out early, too." "Hello!" hailed Captain Teall.
"Now, friends, please don't any of you make any noise until we Souths have a chance to say just a few words. All ready, South Grammars? Then three cheers for the Central Grammar School, winners of the school baseball league series. Let 'em rip out loudly!" The cheers were given, followed by a tiger. "Is Hi Martin, captain of the North Grammar nine, here?" called Ted Teall.
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