"Drive a ball over into Stayton and then fill up the score card while the Centrals are looking for it!" advised another Teall partisan.
"Centrals?" jeered another boy from the South. Grammar. "Centrals?
Show "em they"re just plain h.e.l.lo-girls!"
Ted grinned broadly at this "h.e.l.lo-girls" nickname. Just then another fan from the southern part of Gridley piped up:
"Ted, eat "em. They"re only nine pieces of blue cheese!"
That was going too far, and it was time for Central Grammar to take notice effectively.
"Bang!" roared one half of the Central fans.
"Ow-ow-ow!" yelled the other half of the Central boosters, leaping up into the air.
Even Ted Teall had to laugh at this mortifying reminder of his terror when he had struck the torpedo ball. The next instant his face went deep red, for everyone on the field appeared to be laughing and jeering at him.
"Confound Prescott and his tricks!" muttered Teall under his breath.
"It"ll take a lot of thinking for me to get even with that trick."
Whizz-zz! went the ball by Ted"s body, just below shoulder-high.
"Strike one!" called the umpire sharply.
"Centrals will get me rattled with that bang-ow-ow! of theirs every time they spring it on me," thought Ted savagely.
"Strike two!"
Again Ted had failed to realize that the ball was coming. In his anger be wondered whether he"d rather throw his bat at the umpire or at smiling d.i.c.k Prescott.
"Strike three!" called the umpire"s steady voice. "Side out."
Then Ted, in sheer exasperation, did hurl his bat a score of feet away.
"Bang!" came in a volley of Central voices.
"Ow-ow-ow!" wailed the other half of Old Dut"s boys while the North Grammars joined in.
"Go it, you b.o.o.bs!" muttered Ted, shaking his fist at the spectators.
"Hurrah!" cheered Spoff Henderson from the subs" bench. "We know how to stop Ted Teall"s mouth now!"
Teall happened to hear the remark.
"Oh, you fellows are a lot of b.o.o.bies!" sputtered Ted wrathfully.
"Anyway," Toby Ross leered back at him, "we"re not so young that we yell when we hit a ball by mistake."
In the fourth and fifth innings the Central Grammars, though they booked some base hits, did not succeed in getting any runs through.
However, they succeeded in preventing Teall"s nine from scoring, which kept the score still at one to nothing. In the first half of the sixth Harry Hazelton was brought home from third by a good one by Dan. Then the side went out. In this inning Teall again had a chance at bat. Before batting he stalked over to where a lot of his schoolfellows were grouped and muttered:
"Don"t you fellows shoot any funny remarks in this inning. Keep quiet."
"Huh!" shot out one of the boys. "What"s the matter with you, Ted?"
"No matter. But I don"t want any funny line of talk steered over to the Centrals to-day."
"Seems to me you"ve changed a lot, Ted," grinned one of his cla.s.smates.
"Yesterday afternoon you put us up to a lot of funny things to holler to-day."
"Forget "em," ordered Ted.
"d.i.c.k Prescott certainly stabbed you with that torpedo," grinned another South. "Ted, your nerve is gone for to-day."
"Don"t get too funny with me, or I"ll see you after the game,"
threatened Teall, as he stalked away, for he was now on deck, and due to go next to bat.
The second man for the Souths struck out.
"Teall at bat!" called the score-keeper.
Hi Martin and a lot of the North Grammar boys had come to the field late. Hi didn"t like to see the score two to nothing in favor of the Centrals. He would have preferred to have the Souths win.
"Let"s get Prescott rattled?" whispered Martin.
"I don"t believe you can do it," replied Bill Rodgers. "Prescott is a mighty cool one."
"Yes, we can," insisted Hi. "I"ll tell you what to boiler just the instant that Teall picks up the stick and Prescott starts to twist the ball."
Ted, all unsuspicious, and believing that he had stilled his own band of teasing torments, picked up his bat and went to the plate.
"Put it over the robbers, Ted!" came from Hi Martin"s crowd.
"Don"t be afraid of the Centrals---the fellows who stole their uniforms from a lunatic in the woods."
d.i.c.k heard the senseless taunt and understood it. But it didn"t anger or confuse him. Instead, the ball left his hand with surer guidance.
But a crowd of Central fans also heard, and imagined that the yell came from one of the groups of Souths.
"Bang! bang!" yelled a lot of Central Grammar boys with enthusiasm.
"Ow-ow-ow! Ow-ow-ow!" came the response.
"Strike one!" called the umpire. Ted, his face crimson and his eyes flashing fire, threw his bat from him.
"Teall, pick up your bat," ordered the umpire. "If you do that again I"ll order you from the game."
"I don"t care if you do!" trembled on Ted"s lips, but he caught the words in time. He gulped, swallowed hard, hesitated, then went tremulously to pick up his stick. However, his grit was gone for the day. He struck out and retired.
"Ow-ow-ow!" yelled a few of the Central fans in the eighth, and Dave Darrin struck a two bagger, bringing Prescott in safe from second, scoring a third run and landing Darrin on second. Had not Ross struck out immediately afterward there would have been other runs scored. The count was now three to nothing in favor of the Central Grammars.