"Is it the gayness of your uniforms?
The red gets in your eyes and keeps you from seeing the ball." "You're not funny," glowered Hi Martin.

"You're merely a clown." "Wait until my nine plays yours," retorted Teall genially.

"Then we'll see who looks more like a clown---you or I." But now there was time, and Dick Prescott and his fellows had to tell scores of eager inquirers how they came by their new uniforms, when they had not expected to have any.
"Just what I thought, or as bad, anyway," muttered Martin when the news was brought to him.

"These muckers couldn't buy their uniforms, as our fellows did.

They had to depend upon charity to make a good appearance on the field." "Hold on, there, Martin," angrily objected one of the Central fans.