Ted was willing, and Martin not unwilling. Crowds surged forward, threatening to push the North and South champions to close quarters.
"Let's go home, if nobody ain't going to do nuthing," remarked one South disgustedly.
"Stop all this, fellows—please do," begged Dick once more. "Ted and Hi, you two show your good sense by shaking hands."
"Shake hands with that?" demanded Hi scornfully, glaring at Teall.
"Shake hands with a high-collared dude?" muttered Ted. "I'd get mobbed for disgracing my part of the town."
"You are a disgrace, anyway," snapped back Hi.
"Now, you get back, Martin, and let us get down to real football," directed Darrin, pushing Martin back several feet. "No; you needn't glare at me. I won't fight you, at all events, until the football season is over."
Dalzell was backing up Dave in an effort to keep Martin back. Reade and Hazelton now placed themselves in front of young Teall.
"Now, come to order, please!" called Dick.
"Hey, Prescott! Who asked you to preside?" hailed a South Grammar boy.