"Daniels, come here." The matter was argued quickly and hotly, Gridley accusing, Fordham hotly denying.
"Can't you Gridley fellows play with anything but your mouths ?" snarled Captain Barnes.
"We play a straight game," retorted Dick coldly.

"We play like gentlemen." "Do you mean that we're not ?" demanded Barnes swaggeringly.
"So far you've played like a lot of sluggers." "See here! I've a good mind to thrash you, Prescott!" quivered Barnes.
"It's always the truth that stings," retorted Dick, with a cool smile.
"My fist would hurt, too." "That's what we're asking you to do---to save all your slugging and bruising tactics until after a straight and gentlemanly game has been played," retorted Dick, with spirit.
Barnes clenched his fists, but the referee stepped squarely in between the rival captains.
"Cut it!" directed that official tersely.

"I'll do all the talking myself.

Captain Barnes, return to your men and tell them that slugging and tricky work will be watched for more carefully, and penalized as heavily as the rules allow.

If it goes too far I'll declare the game forfeited to the visiting team." "This is a shame!" fumed Barnes.