Hard practice was the rule for the next few days, and then came a game with Mooretown which Kentfield won. The next week she played a small team, not in the league, and the week following came a contest with Richmore, one of the tail-enders of the league. This resulted in a big victory for Kentfield, and further advanced her prestige.
"Have you challenged Blue Hill yet?" asked Dick of the manager one day.
"I'm going to this week. I think we've won our spurs now. How is your ankle, if we do play?"
"Fine as a fiddle. I've taken the bandage off. Oh, we'll play for our lives when we meet those fellows!"
Blue Hill could now have no reason for refusing to meet Kentfield, and though they offered no apology for their former sarcastic letter, they accepted the challenge.
Dick was with Manager Hatfield when the answering missive was received.
"That's the stuff!" cried the young millionaire. "Now we'll practice harder than ever."
Toots, the janitor, approached our hero, whistling "In the Prison Cell I Sit." He saluted and seemed to want to say something.
"What is it?" asked Dick.
"I've just got word, Mr. Hamilton, that your dog Grit has been arrested—or, that is, taken to the pound for going about without his license tag on, which is against the law," said the janitor.