"What about uniforms?" spoke up a member of Hi's committee.
"Central hopes to have uniforms," replied Dick.
"North Grammar is going to have uniforms," shouted Hi Martin, "and we want to make it plain, right now, that we won't play with any team that isn't uniformed."
This cast a damper on the Souths, who knew, to a boy, that they couldn't hope to raise money enough to buy football uniforms.
"Aw," retorted Ted Teall scornfully, "what's the use of playing football with dudes that don't dare go on to the field if they haven't nifty uniforms and clean collars?"
"That's our stand," retorted Hi with intense dignity. "North Grammar will play no un-uniformed teams."
"And South Grammar won't play any dudes," shouted Ted defiantly. "We want real meat to play against—no mush!"
"Let's hear what Central Grammar proposes on this question?" put in Hi Martin hopefully. "Prescott, you said your school would be uniformed."
"Let's go home, fellows," proposed Ted, turning away and stalking off. For a moment the other Souths hesitated. Then, with a yell, they started off after their leader.
"Good riddance to muckers!" shouted a North boy derisively.