"Oh, I see," grinned Ted. "My, but that will be kind of you, to give our fellows the jerseys."
"You haven't won them yet," retorted Dick. "The Centrals will keep their own jerseys and wear the G.C. by right of conquest."
"Perhaps they will, and perhaps they won't," muttered Hi Martin angrily to himself and Tom Percival.
Chapter VI
SETTLING WITH A TEASER
Saturday morning, about eight o'clock, the entire team of the Central Grammar met at Dave Darrin's house. In the front yard they waited for their captain.
"Queer Dick should be a bit late," muttered Torn Reade. "He's our model of punctuality."
"You'll see him come around the corner 'most any minute," Greg predicted.
Nor was Holmes wrong in this. When Prescott arrived he came on a jog trot.
"We wondered what kept you, our right-to-the-minute captain," announced Dave.