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"I'm glad you're going forward," whispered Dave, just as Dick started towards the plate, his favorite bat in hand. "I'll make a monkey of you," muttered Teall, just loudly enough for the words to reach Prescott. "If you can, you're welcome," grunted Dick under his breath. Swat! It was the first ball driven in. Had there been a fence around the field that fair drive would have gone over it.
"Ladies and gentlemen," shouted Ted Teall, affecting the manner of an announcer, "I beg to state that the game about to begin will be between two famous nines, known as the Gentlemen and the Chromos." At this there was more laughter, while Hi Martin shook with rage.
Not one of the trio had been able to judge Dick's ball. Central Grammar had won the first game by the close score of three to two. That, however, was as good for all purposes as any other could possibly be. "What ails you Norths?" amiably remarked Ted Teall. "Is it the gayness of your uniforms? The red gets in your eyes and keeps you from seeing the ball." "You're not funny," glowered Hi Martin.
"I'm glad to see that you fellows really had the nerve to come to-day." "I saw you doing some pretty wild batting, Teall," laughed Dick Prescott. "That kind of work won't save you when I get started. Shall I throw you in a few real ones -hard ones -before we get at it in earnest?" "Go on!" retorted Ted scornfully. "Oh, I won't hurt you," Prescott promised. "You bet you won't," boasted Teall.
"You fellows are here early, but I don't see your shovels." "Shovels?" repeated Dick. "Yes; to dig holes to get into after the game is over," Ted retorted. "Teall," Prescott responded sternly, "if the South Grammars want any holes to hide in, they'll have to dig them themselves." "Humph! We'll see which side feels most like digging a hole when the score is read!" retorted Ted.
It was natural to take the biggest sort of interest in this game, which was to decide which school was the "champion." "I'm sorry to see your crowd in such high spirits, Prescott," said Ted Teall, coming up. "It'll be all the harder for Central Grammar to bear when the score is announced." "You're sure of winning, then, Teall?" Dick inquired. "Absolutely certain!" Captain Ted rejoined.
"Say, dress a kid up swell, and send him on the street -did you ever know him to be any good?" demanded Ted Teall scornfully of those who stood near him. "Well, that's what ails the Centrals. They're wearing a bale of glad dry goods and they can't keep their eyes off their togs long enough to find the ball." Dick and Dave heard this as they went to grass at the end of the third inning.
"You fellows get a few things on and run after Teall as fast as you can go," ordered Hi. "Quick! Don't lose a moment. Do you hear?" "Yes," nodded Prescott. "Hustle, then!" "Forget it," requested Dick, deliberately drawing on a shoe over a sock, next doing the lacing slowly and with great care. "Which one of you will go!" asked Hi, turning appealingly to the others.
"Whoops!" yelled a Central Grammar boy, starting off. "Bring out the stuff and pile it high." "Let the Souths help!" bawled Ted Teall at the top of his voice. "No matter who won, we'll all celebrate." "Ted, you won't play any funny tricks on that pile of wood?" questioned Dick a bit uneasily, as he followed Captain Teall. "What do you take me for?" demanded the South Grammar boy.
"Gimme that yellow curl over your forehead? I saw it first." "Oh, my, don't the Little Boys Blue look sweet?" In silence the Central players marched by their tormentors. Dick gazed across the field to see Ted Teall swinging a bat at the home plate. "Teall!" called Dick, as he and the others dropped their jackets at the batters' benches. "Hello!" returned Ted.
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