"Huh!"
"Here come a dozen fellows from the South Grammar," announced another lookout.
"Huh! They're coming in a mob, too," uttered Martin in some disdain. "There's at least thirty in their crowd."
"Well, you Norths have brought at least fifteen," observed Dave.
"But only three of us are a committee," retorted Hi Martin. "The other fellows are just hangers on—camp followers, so to speak."
"Don't get too chesty, Hi," objected one of the outside dozen from the North Grammar.
"Don't try to give me any orders, Ben Lollard," snapped Martin. "We got all our orders from the school before we started."
"Who represents the South Grammar?" called Dick as the new comers trooped on to the field.
"Well, aren't there enough of us here?" demanded Ted Teall.
"But Martin, of the North Grammar, thinks each school ought to be represented by a committee," explained Dick.