"Ha! ha! Ho! ho!" roared some of the crowd. "Listen to the half-witted pair!"
While another man spoke up jovially:
"I"ll tell you what to do with them. They came here to spoil the fun of the Grammar School boys. Let the Grammar School boys dispose of these stupid fellows as they choose."
"I tell you," raged Ripley, "that it will go hard with any one who interferes with our comfort. There are laws in this land."
"Look at what doesn"t want its comfort interfered with!" jeered another voice. "This comes from a lout who interfered with our comfort by putting several cans of red pepper on the bonfire.
Turn "em over to the Grammar School boys. Boys, what do you want to do with this pair?"
"We"ll make "em run the gauntlet," spoke up Spoff Henderson eagerly.
In a twinkling, so it seemed, a long double row of Grammar School boys was formed down the street. Some of these boys had light twigs or sticks; others stood ready to use their hands.
"Start "em!" yelled Spoff. Some one did start the pair. Bert and Fred sullenly refused to run, but quickly changed their minds.
Down the street they raced, Ripley in advance, between two parallel lines of Grammar School boys. Sticks were laid over them, or hands reached out and administered cuffings. It was a grotesque sight. Long before they reached the end of the double line Bert and Fred yelled for mercy, but got none. With final blows they were turned loose and vanished into the night. Within a few minutes the pepper in the bonfire had burned out. Then the revelers drew nearer, piling on other combustible stuff.
Thus was fittingly observed the victory of d.i.c.k Prescott"s nine in winning the local Grammar School championship.
Chapter XVIII
HI"S SWIMMING CHALLENGE
The reader may be sure that the members of his baseball squad had reminded him of his promise to tell them what the man on the clubhouse steps said.
"I promised I"d tell you, if you won that game," d.i.c.k admitted.
"Yes, yes!" the other boys pressed.
"But I didn"t say _when_ I"d tell you, did I?"
"You"re not going to try to sneak out of it that way, are you, d.i.c.k?" Dave Darrin demanded, as the boys met on Main Street the following morning, Sat.u.r.day.
"I"m not going to sneak out of it at all, as you fellows ought to know," d.i.c.k replied. "I"m going to tell you---when the proper time comes."
"When will that be?" asked Greg. "And that"s all we"ll get out of him, no matter how how much we talk!" muttered Tom Reade.
"Here comes Hi Martin," announced Greg. "He has Bill Rodgers with him."
"It can"t be about baseball, anyway," said d.i.c.k. "I think Hi has his fill of that game."
"Good morning," was Martin"s greeting, as he and Rodgers approached.
"I have a message for you from North Grammar."
"Deliver it, and we"ll sign on the book for it," retorted Reade.
"We"re not satisfied to rest the claims of the North Grammar on baseball alone," Hi went on.
"I shouldn"t imagine you would be," d.i.c.k smiled.
"Therefore we are going to challenge you to another form of contest."
"A talking match?" Tom wanted to know.
"No, sir. I bear from the North Grammar boys a challenge to Central Grammar to meet us in swimming matches in the river. The contests must be so arranged as to show which school may hold the championship in swimming. Are you afraid to meet us in the water?" Hi asked.
"Afraid? No," d.i.c.k retorted. "But why didn"t you fellows spring this on us earlier? Next week Thursday will be graduating day."
"Well, we can swim the Sat.u.r.day after," Hi proposed.
"But we"ll be graduated then. We won"t be Grammar School boys any more," protested d.i.c.k.
"Is that the way you"re going to get out of the challenge that we"ve issued?" Martin demanded scornfully.
"No; and you certainly know better," d.i.c.k retorted. "But how can we hold a school contest when we"re no longer enrolled in the school that we"re supposed to represent?" d.i.c.k insisted.
"You can if you want to," Hi sneered. "But I can see that you fellows don"t care about meeting us in a swimming contest. All right; then I"ll go back and tell the North Grammar fellows that Central funks.
"There"s a way that we can arrange it, I think," put in Dave Darrin, who had been listening intently. "d.i.c.k, why can"t we get Old Dut to authorize us to represent Central Grammar within a day or two after graduation? If he says it"s all right, then surely, even though we have just graduated, we"ll be able to represent our old school."
"We can talk that over with Mr. Jones," d.i.c.k nodded.
"My idea is that you fellows are afraid to say "yes" to our challenge, sneered Martin.
"You may go on thinking that, if it gives you any pleasure," said d.i.c.k coolly. "But if you really want our answer, we"ll give it to you on Monday afternoon."
"The Monday after Christmas?" jeered Hi.
"We"ll give you our answer next Monday afternoon," d.i.c.k rejoined a bit stiffly.
"Is the South Grammar to be in this?" asked Dave.
"No; we don"t want that crowd," Hi answered quickly before Rodgers could speak.
"Then the contest won"t be for the championship of Gridley, will it?" d.i.c.k inquired.
"Yes, it will," Hi a.s.sured him.
"I don"t see how it can be, when it"s only between two out of the three Grammar Schools in the town," d.i.c.k argued.
"The challenge is issued only to Central Grammar," wound up Hi, turning to leave. "And if you haven"t accepted before Monday evening, we of the North Grammar will hold that you have backed out and don"t dare meet us. Oh, by the way, Prescott, you"d better look out for Ripley and Dodge. They mean to get square with you for what happened last night."
"Get square with me for it?" laughed Prescott, unafraid. "All right, but that"s rather rich! Why, I had nothing to do with it."
"They blame you a good deal for it," added Hi, "and they declare that they"re going to get even with you."