“Wot sorter feller are you ter go back on yer own town, hey?” savagely snarled Freckles. “We’ll all t’ump yo’ as soon as we git ye off der groun’s!”
“I ain’t goin’ back on me own town!”
“You are!”
“I ain’t goin’ back on me own town!” asserted Spud. “How many Elkton fellers is dere on dat team? They’ve dropped all our players an’ brung fellers in from ev’rywhere. If Frank Merriwell’s team was playin’ fer us, all you fellers would be yellin’ fer them.”
This sort of logic did not go with the other boys, nevertheless, and Spud was very unpopular.
Once again it was the turn of Bart Hodge to bat. He gave Sprowl a look as he came out.
Sprowl snickered.
“You scare me dreadfully,” he said.
“Keep your paws off my bat when I’m striking,” warned Bart.
Wolfers started with a drop.