You'll give the Centrals the name of not being able to stand defeat." Then Dick ran over to the box to begin pitching for the fourth inning.

His arm had not given out.

Prescott had been doing some pretty good pitching, and Greg had backed him up well.

But the North Grammars had a few batsmen who seemed to guess the ball in advance.
"Hey, Mr.Umpire," shouted a boyish onlooker, as Dick faced the plate, ball in hand, "better call the game and let the Centrals play some weak primary school team." Even at this cheap witticism there was considerable laughter.
It made Dick's face flush.
"I'll show 'em whether we can play or not," he muttered to himself, as he caught the signal from Greg.

"We've got to start, too, for we've got to match those two runs and then pick up this game for our own." Hi Martin was again at the plate.