"You seem to think everybody's crooked, Featherstone," he said angrily. "I'm not umpiring this game for fun, but because you—you asked me to."
"I didn't suppose you were another of Sparkfair's sycophants!" flung back Featherstone. "You're as crooked as your mouth!"
An instant later, had not Sparkfair and others held them apart, Kilgore would have struck Featherstone.
"Stop where you are, both of you!" commanded Dale sternly. "We'll have no fighting here on this field."
"He'll have to swallow his words, or I'll punch him for them!"
"I'll play no further with that fellow umpiring!" declared Featherstone. "I am going to stop right here, and I think some of the rest feel the same. Come on, boys, let's quit."
"The quitters will quit," came from Sparkfair; "but I don't believe there are many quitters here, Feather."
Guy walked out and called for his men to follow him off the field.
"I'm with you," said one of them. "I think you're right, Feather, and I'm done."
"Yes, take Booby along with you, Feather," said Dale. "I thought likely he might hoist the white flag."