The contest ended with a score of nine to two in favor of the South Grammars.
"That will be about all for the Norths," remarked Ted, with a cheerful grin, as be met Hi Martin at the close of the game.
"Your nine doesn't play any more, I believe." "I'm glad we don't," choked Hi.

"There's no satisfaction being in a league in which the other teams are made up of rowdies." "It is tough," mocked Ted.

"Especially when the rowdies are the only fellows who know how to play ball." Hi stalked away in moody, but dignified silence.

Yet, though he could ignore the players and sympathizers of other nines, it was not so easy to get away from the grilling of his own schoolmates.
"Huh!" remarked one North boy.

"You told us, Martin, that you'd prove to us the benefit of having a real captain for a nine.
Why didn't you ?" "Martin, you're all wind," growled another keenly disappointed North.