I won't pitch as an inferior to these two boobies.

Scratch my name off." "I'll give you a day or two, Mr.Ripley, to think that over," replied Mr.Luce, quietly.

"Remember, Ripley, you must be a good sportsman, and you should also be loyal to your High School.
In matters of loyalty one can't always act on spite or impulse." "Humph!" muttered Fred, stalking away.
His keen disappointment was welling up inside.

With the vent of speech the suffering of the arrogant boy had become greater.
Now, Fred's whole desire was to get away by himself, where he could nurse his rage in secret.

There were no more yells of "Oh, you Rip!" He had done some splendid pitching, and had made the team, for that matter, but he was not to be one of the season's stars.