"Yet they whipped the Norths worse than we did. Can we down the Souths?"
"Yes," nodded Prescott.
"Why can we?"
"For the simplest reason in the world, Tolman. We've got to.
Isn't that a fine reason?"
"It sounds fine," remarked another boy doubtfully. "But can you whip another crowd just because you want to?"
"If you want to badly enough," Dick smiled.
"Hm! I'll be surer about that when I see it done."
"It'll happen next Friday afternoon, if rain doesn't call the game," Prescott promised.
"What do you say to that, Darrin?" demanded another Central boy.
"Just what Dick said."