"That, perhaps, wouldn't mean anything at all for the school that happened to have the one best swimmer of all." "It would make it impossible for either school to enter one real swimmer and six dummies, and still win the match," Dick argued.
"My plan will stop the contest from being a one-boy race and will give the contest to the school that has the best average swimmers." "Huh! I don't see it," said Hi doggedly.
"I think Prescott has the better of the argument," broke in Len Spencer, who had sat tapping his desk with a pencil.
"Then I don't care much for your idea, either, Spencer," retorted Martin.
"It may be that my idea isn't any good," nodded Len indulgently.
"I won't even claim that I know anything about sports.

But you must surely know who the umpire is in any such dispute.

It's always the editor of the local paper.

So, Martin, if you won't agree with Prescott, and if you won't admit that I know anything about it either, suppose we lay the question before the editor of the 'Blade.' I think he's in just now." "As for me," spoke up Bill Rodgers, breaking his silence, "it seems to me that Prescott's idea is good and fair." "What do you say to that kind of stuff, Page ?" inquired Hi quickly.
"I---I---er---well, I am agreeable to anything that pleases the rest of you," stammered Courtney Page, by nature, a sail trimmer.
"You're a chump, then," Hi retorted elegantly.

"The whole reason why Prescott objects to one boy representing each school is that he's afraid I can out-swim any boy that Central Grammar can produce." "And I take it, Martin," Dick retorted, "that your reason for insisting on the one-boy race, is due to your belief that you can win from any one boy.