Ted felt the blood rush to his head and all looked red before him.
"Strike three! Side out! Game!" came slowly, steadily from the umpire.

Then the score-keeper rose to his feet.
"Central Grammar wins by a score of three to nothing." This time Ted Teall didn't throw his bat.

Gripping it savagely, he stalked over to a group of his own schoolmates.
"What fellow was it that started the yelling ?" demanded Ted huskily.
"Why ?" challenged three or four of the Souths.
"I want to know who he is---that's all," muttered Ted.
In a moment there was a mix-up.

But Teall wasn't popular at that moment.

A captain who had led his men into a whitewash was entitled to no very great consideration.
"Let go of that bat!" roared Ted, as he felt it seized.