"Prescott has met his match to-day," remarked Ted to a friend.
"These Norths will bother you, too, won't they, Ted?"
"Us? No; not a bit. We can play all around the Norths. But
Central will have to take third place when the series is done."
"The Centrals haven't got rattled and skulked, have they?" called
Hi Martin at last.
A disdainful yell came back from the assembled Central boys.
"Then some one hurry over and tell 'em that it's time to hustle on to the field and take their medicine," urged Hi. "We don't want to have the game called for darkness before we're half through."
"The Centrals will be here on time," called back one of Old Dut's boys. "Don't you worry any about them. Dick Prescott is holding the watch over our crowd."
"It's four twenty-seven," announced Hi, consulting his gold watch.
"Four twenty-five and a half," corrected a Central boy.
"Go get your watch fixed," retorted Hi scornfully. "And some one else run and see if he can find out where the Centrals are hiding."