"Pouch it off, Dick! Let the fun start. You're the right one to set the bonfire going."
"Not I," Prescott answered. "There is some one else here who has been appointed to set the blaze going, and who has accepted the job."
"Then trot him out and let him get busy!" came the urgent demand.
"Wait just a few minutes, fellows. We want it really dark," urged
Captain Prescott.
At last, when he judged it dark enough, Dick stepped forward,
Captain Ted Teall at his side.
"Friends," Dick explained, "Teall has been good enough to agree to start the blaze tonight."
"South Grammar fellows this way, please!" called Teall. "Now, friends, please don't any of you make any noise until we Souths have a chance to say just a few words. All ready, South Grammars? Then three cheers for the Central Grammar School, winners of the school baseball league series. Let 'em rip out loudly!"
The cheers were given, followed by a tiger.
"Is Hi Martin, captain of the North Grammar nine, here?" called
Ted Teall.
But Hi wasn't, or else he kept his presence very quiet.