"How can you stop it?" queried Greg.
"That's what kept me home a little later than I intended to stay there," Dick replied. "I have been thinking, since last night, how I could take some of the starch out of Ted Teall, and have some way of throwing the horse laugh back on the South Grammar boys in case they start anything funny enough to rattle us."
"How did the thinking get on?" Tom wanted to know.
"I believe I've something here that will do it," Prescott replied, taking an object from one of his pockets and holding it up.
"It looks like a home-made ball for babies to play with," remarked
Dan Dalzell, grinning.
"It's a home-made ball, all right," Dick nodded. "Yet I don't believe that I'd let a baby have it to play with."
"What's the matter with it?" Tom asked. "Loaded?"
"Some one told you," protested Prescott, pretending to look astounded.
"What are you going to do with that thing?" Dave insisted.
"If I have a chance I'm going to get Ted Teall up in the air, and before the crowd, too," Dick asserted.