"Committee of three," amended Hi Martin.
"Huh! That's a dude arrangement," rejoined Ted Teall.
"We have some sense of dignity at the North Grammar," snapped Hi Martin, flushing.
"And you carry it around with you all the time," jeered young Teall.
Things began to look badly for the success of the league. Many of the North Grammar boys came from rather well-to-do families, and not a few of these boys considered themselves infinitely superior to the class of boys that helped to make up the Centrals and Souths.
"Let's not have any disagreements," urged Dick coaxingly.
"Then keep these Souths in check," grumbled Hi Martin.
"Don't let the Norths get too fresh just because they have clean collars every day," advised Ted Teall.
"Fresh? It takes a South Grammar boy to be fresh," sputtered Hi.
"Oh, does it?" sneered Ted. "Dude!"