It isn't fair.

Well, I don't care." And Dick whistled to himself, just to keep up his courage.

He did care a great deal.
At last he was ready, and he followed Tom out on the field.

The Roxley team had just come out, and their friends were giving them a royal welcome.
"Roxley! Roxley!" they shouted.

"They are the boys to win!" "It's Brill this time!" was the answering rally, and then horns and rattles added to the din, while banners were waved gaily in the bracing autumn air.
Dick looked toward the grandstand, trying to single out Dora.