"Don't be so positive, Fred. If you lose you will be heart-broken."
On Monday Fred had to go to the saw-mill for his parents, and while there he fell in with Sidney Yates, whose father was the superintendent at the mill.
"It was a great game, wasn't it, Sidney?" said the stout youth, pleasantly.
"Oh, you needn't blow to me about your ball playing!" grumbled Sidney.
"I'm not blowing. I think you fellows put up a pretty good game."
"We should have won if it hadn't been for the umpire," returned the other boy, sourly.
"I think the umpire was very fair."
"His decisions were rank. We will never have him for an umpire again."
"Perhaps we shall."
"Not much! Paul Shale dropped that ball and I saw it."