"Ted, your nerve is gone for to-day." "Don't get too funny with me, or I'll see you after the game," threatened Teall, as he stalked away, for he was now on deck, and due to go next to bat.
The second man for the Souths struck out.
"Teall at bat!" called the score-keeper.
Hi Martin and a lot of the North Grammar boys had come to the field late.

Hi didn't like to see the score two to nothing in favor of the Centrals.

He would have preferred to have the Souths win.
"Let's get Prescott rattled ?" whispered Martin.
"I don't believe you can do it," replied Bill Rodgers.

"Prescott is a mighty cool one." "Yes, we can," insisted Hi.

"I'll tell you what to boiler just the instant that Teall picks up the stick and Prescott starts to twist the ball." Ted, all unsuspicious, and believing that he had stilled his own band of teasing torments, picked up his bat and went to the plate.
"Put it over the robbers, Ted!" came from Hi Martin's crowd.
"Don't be afraid of the Centrals---the fellows who stole their uniforms from a lunatic in the woods." Dick heard the senseless taunt and understood it.