"Are you going to win Wednesday's game from the North Grammar,
Dick?" asked Len spencer, when that reporter met Prescott on Main
Street at noon on Monday.
"Of course we are," Dick replied instantly.
"You seem very positive about it," quizzed Len.
"That's the only way to go into athletics," claimed Dick. "A team must enter with the determination and the knowledge that it is going to win. Then there's little left to do but to walk home with the victory."
"But Hi Martin was telling me, this morning, that Central hasn't a ghost of a show against North," pursued Len.
"Hi Martin will know better, day after tomorrow, won't he, Dave?" queried Dick, appealing to Darrin, who had just come along.
"He surely will," nodded Dave.
"By the way," asked Len, "have you seen any of the new uniforms of the North Grammar?"
"No," Dick admitted, his face falling a trifle. "I understand that Martin's fellows are going to wear pretty dandy uniforms, though."
"They are," Len nodded. "I've had a look at the uniform."