"The same old—old story," remarked "Crackers," disgustedly.
"A serial story," supplemented Benny Wilkins. "To be continued in our next, I s'pose?"
"You're a nice pair!" exclaimed Dick Travers, secretary of the athletic association. "Haven't the boys put up a mighty good defensive fight?"
"Of course!" broke in Harry Spearman. "If it hadn't been for good fielding and some mighty fast throws to bases the score would now be about ten to nothing."
"It's only delayed; it's only delayed," said "Crackers." "You don't need a spy-glass to see how Mr. Barry is looking."
"Gee! What's up to make you chaps look so sour?"
Victor Collins had appeared upon the scene.
"Everything, Checkered-Cap," answered Aleck Parks. "Tell your uncle to be at Guffin's to-night. We'd like to hear his opinion of the game."
"Strikes me that you're kind of fresh," responded Victor, calmly. "But I've noticed that you're mighty quiet when the captain's around."
"Here, Checkered-Cap, don't throw any saucy remarks in this direction," warned Aleck, bristling up.