Let 'em rip out loudly!" The cheers were given, followed by a tiger.
"Is Hi Martin, captain of the North Grammar nine, here ?" called Ted Teall.
But Hi wasn't, or else he kept his presence very quiet.
"Hi wouldn't he here," jeered some one.

"He didn't win---couldn't win---and he's sore." Again Ted called for Hi Martin, though still without success.
"Then I'll have to light the fire alone," Ted declared.

"I had hoped that the captains of both of the walloped teams might share the honor." Tom Reade and Dave Darrin hastily emptied a five-gallon can of oil on the old boxes and barrels and other pieces of wood.
"All clear ?" called Ted.
"All clear," nodded Tom Reade.
"Then I'll light the blaze," shouted Ted.

"This is a lot easier than winning ball games," he added good-naturedly.
Three or four wind-proof matches Teall struck on a box and tossed into the oil-soaked pile of combustibles.

In a moment the increasing heat of the blaze drove him back several yards.
Higher and higher mounted the red and yellow flames.