If Captain Dick and his baseball players walked rather proudly
onto the field, it may have been partly due to the fact that they
now knew that their uniforms were anything but "cheap." In point
of fact, their uniforms had cost more than twice as much as those
worn by Hi Martin's players.

"How did they get such uniforms?" That was the question that
passed from lip to lip.

The answer was very simple, though as yet none of the onlookers
knew what it was.

Not until one minute past four did the Central Grammar players
know anything about the uniforms. Old Dut had dismissed the rest
of the school, detaining Dick's players.

"Young men, we shall now hasten up to Exhibition Hall," announced
the principal. He marched them up there, where they found the
smiling Mr. Brown, backed by an assistant. Several boxes, opened,
lay upon the floor.

"Now, young men," called Mr. Brown jovially, "let us see how quickly
you can take your baseball uniforms and get into them."

"But what-----" began Dick, then paused in absolute bewilderment.

"It's all right," Mr. Brown cheerily assured the dazed boys.
"The uniforms are all paid for---won't cost you a cent."