"Is that what you're going to tell us?" almost bowled Hazelton.

"I don't know that I am going to tell you much of anything," Prescott
continued.

"What did the man on the clubhouse steps say?" asked Dan, advancing
with uplifted bat.

"You'll never drag the secret from me by threats or violence,"
retorted Dick, with a stubborn shake of the head.

"We're getting away from the point," Tom went on. "You said you
had been thinking."

"Well?"

"You've made the claim of having been thinking, but you haven't
offered the slightest proof."

"What I was thinking, fellows, was that we are obliged to meet
the South Grammar nine on the diamond to-day."

"We're not afraid of them," scoffed Dave.

"No," Dick went on, "but I've an idea that we're up against an
ordeal, after a fashion. You all know what a guyer Ted Teall
is---how he nearly broke up our match with the Norths last Wednesday
afternoon."

"Ted can't do any guying this morning," declared Greg readily.