"Hello, Teall," called the North Grammar captain.
"Hush—-sh—-sh!" warned Ted, putting a finger to his lips.
"What's the matter?"
"Prescott and his crew are out there swimming, and their clothes are right below."
"I see," nodded Martin. "You want to get the clothes?"
"Sit down here, out of sight, and keep quiet, won't you?" urged
Teall.
Hi sat down quietly. He didn't like Teall especially, but he disliked Prescott, and perhaps here was a chance to serve Dick's discomfort.
"If they'd only swim away for a little stretch!" whispered Ted.
"I see," nodded Hi Martin rather pompously. "Too bad, isn't it? Now, Teall, you and Prescott both come from mucker schools, and I don't know that I ought to butt in any. But I don't mind seeing you torment Prescott a bit. You wait. I'll go in, and maybe I can challenge those fellows to swim down the pond that will take them away from this point."
Ted's face had flushed sullenly at Hi's remark about "mucker schools."
At another time Teall might have been ready to fight over a
slighting word like that. Just now, however, he craved help against
Prescott more than anything else.