“Three and a tiger for Boxer Hall!” yelled Tom, and his men nearly split their throats.
“Come on! Clean up, and then for some fun!” cried Phil. “We’ll go hunt up the girls, as soon as we look decent again,” he suggested to Tom and Sid, who nodded joyfully.
Langridge passed Tom.
“It’s only one game,” growled the defeated pitcher. “We’ll do you fellows next time!”
“You’ll have the chance,” retorted Tom good naturedly.
A little later the victorious pitcher, and his two chums, having donned their street clothes, were strolling across the field toward a knot of girls.