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"Just a fresh idiot's attempt to be funny!" growled Teall, his face now red with mortification. "Laugh, Ted, confound you!" urged Tom Reade. "Laugh! Don't be a grouch." "What you need, Teall," teased Dave Darrin, "is some nerve tonic. You ought not to let yourself get into such bad shape that you almost faint when you hit the ball." For once Ted Teall's ready tongue went back on him.
"But where are your clothes, Martin?" asked Tom, staring about him. "Where is anybody's clothes?" The look in Hi's face changed rapidly. He took a few swift, strong strokes that bore him to shore. Then, indeed, Martin's wrath and disgust knew no bounds. For his clothing was as invisible as that of the Central Grammar boys. "Confound that fellow Teall!"
In an instant the Central cheering became tumultuous. Even Ted Teall rubbed his eyes and gasped. For the Central Grammar School squad was marching toward the field, having just left the schoolhouse. At the head of all, chin well up, marched Old Dut. Back of him, two and two, marched Dick Prescott and his players. What marvel had been worked?
I wonder if folks will think I'm low enough down to steal a fellow's watch?" If Teall was rough, he was none the less honest, and had all of an honest boy's sensitive horror of being thought guilty of theft. "Yet the matter stands just this way," Ted reflected as he moped along.
"Teall is bound to feel sore and ashamed, and he won't rest until be has done his best to get even with us." "Teall had better leave us alone," replied Tom, shaking his head. "Ted's brain isn't any too heavy, and he'll never be equal to getting the better of a crowd with a Dick Prescott in it." "We won't do any bragging just yet," Prescott proposed. "That's right.
Hi, for once in his life, went out of his way to be entertaining to Central Grammar boys. But, at last, he muttered to himself: "I guess Teall has had plenty of time for his tricks. If he hasn't, then all afternoon wouldn't he time enough." "Hello, Hi," called Dick. "Where are you going?" "Back to dress," Martin replied. "I've been in long enough."
"I will, if you really think you can throw a ball that will rattle me any," Teall agreed, grinning broadly. "Go at him, Dick!" "Whoop! Show him what a cheap batter he is." Laughing, balancing a ball in his hands, Dick glided out on to the diamond. "Ready, Ted? Just see what you can do with one like this," Dick mocked. It was a swift ball, but a straight one.
"Well?" asked Hi Martin, gazing coolly into the flashing eyes. "You know better!" choked Teall. "Of course you know better, Hi Martin," Dick broke in. "Ted Teall isn't any more of a thief than you are." "You fellows have no share in this matter," Hi retorted coldly. "I'll thank you to keep out, and to mind your own business." A little way down the street Hi caught sight of his father approaching.
Tom was solemn as an owl, Harry fussy; Dan was grinning in a sickly sort of way, as was Dave Darrin. Greg Holmes, utterly silent, stood with his fists clenched, thinking how he would like to be able at this moment to pounce upon Ted Teall. "It's an outrage!" sputtered Hi Martin, white to the roots of his hair.
This, upon arrival at the thicket, Ted dropped in on top of the first installment. "Now, I guess I ought to hide somewhere where there won't be the least danger of them finding me. Then I can see the fun when those fellows come ashore," chuckled Teall. "Hold on, though! There's one more debt to pay. That confounded Hi Martin called the South Grammar a 'mucker' school.
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