"Not quite," Dick replied. "But I think I know what we'd like to do when we're through with our studies."
There were other try-outs that afternoon, but the great interest was over. Gridley fans were satisfied that the High School had a pitching trio that it would be difficult to beat anywhere except on the professional diamond.
"If anything should happen to Prescott and Darrin just before any of the big games," muttered Ripley, darkly, to himself, "then I'd have my chance, after all! Can't I get my head to working and find a way to make something happen?"
CHAPTER XIII
THE RIOT CALL AND OTHER LITTLE THINGS
"To your seat, Mr. Bristow! You're acting like a rowdy!"
Principal Cantwell uttered the order sharply.
Fully half the student body had gathered in the big assembly room at the High School. It was still five minutes before the opening hour, and there had been a buzz of conversation through the room.
The principal's voice was so loud that it carried through the room. Almost at once the buzz ceased as the students turned to see what was happening. Bristow had been skylarking a bit. Undoubtedly he had been more boisterous with one of the other fellows in the assembly room than good taste sanctioned.
Just as naturally, however, Bristow resented the style of rebuke from authority. The boy wheeled about, glaring at the principal.