"Mucker!" responded Hi cheerfully.
"Say, if you could only use your hands as well as you do your mouths," sneered Ted, "ten——"
"We do," announced Hi Martin, bounding over in front of Teall.
"Fight! Fight!" howled half a hundred boys gleefully.
Ted Teall was more than willing, and Hi looked as though he were afraid only of soiling his hands in touching a South Grammar boy. Dick, however, darted in between the pair, and Darrin, Reade and Dalzell followed.
"Now, stop all this fooling, fellows," begged Dick. "We all know that Ted and Hi can fight. What we want to find out is whether there are brains and muscle enough in town to get three football elevens together. Ted, put your hands in your pockets. Hi, you move back. We don't want any fighting here."
"Then that cub will have to stop calling names," retorted Teall.
"You started it yourself," retorted Martin.
"You're another!"
"Fight! Fight!" yelled many of the young onlookers.