"Here are your glasses, sir," said the boy who was playing centerfield, as he picked them up and handed them over.
"You—you young rascals!" gasped the school principal. "What do you mean by attacking me in this—this atrocious fashion?"
"Oh, Mr. Jadell, I didn't mean to hit you!" called out Harry, as he came up.
"Ah! so it was you who threw the ball at me, eh?" And the teacher glared savagely at the boy.
"I didn't throw it. I was at the bat and when I hit the ball it flew in this direction."
"Humph! it amounts to the same thing." Mr. Montgomery Jadell felt of his somewhat bald head. "Whe—where's my hat?"
"Here it is, sir," answered the fielder, and picked up the battered headgear.
"What!" The principal gazed at the hat in consternation. "The—the—yes, the top is knocked out! Oh, you young villain! How dare you do such a thing!"
"I hadn't the slightest intention of hitting you or the hat, Mr. Jadell."
"Ha! don't tell me! I know better! Do you know, sir, that that hat cost me six dollars?" The school principal was rather a close man and six dollars meant much to him.