"A
team must enter with the determination and the knowledge that
it is going to win. Then there's little left to do but to walk
home with the victory."
"But Hi Martin was telling me, this morning, that Central hasn't
a ghost of a show against North," pursued Len.
"Hi Martin will know better, day after tomorrow, won't he, Dave?"
queried Dick, appealing to Darrin, who had just come along.
"He surely will," nodded Dave.
"By the way," asked Len, "have you seen any of the new uniforms
of the North Grammar?"
"No," Dick admitted, his face falling a trifle. "I understand
that Martin's fellows are going to wear pretty dandy uniforms,
though."
"They are," Len nodded. "I've had a look at the uniform."
"Well, North Grammar is attended by a lot of sons of pretty well-to-do
men," Dave put in. "Our boys don't come from as wealthy families,
so we have to be content with less of the showy things in life."
"What are your uniforms going to be like?" inquired Len Spencer.
"We haven't any," Dick replied promptly.
"No uniforms at all?" demanded the "Blade" reporter.
"None at all," Dick continued. "Neither have the South Grammar
boys. In the glories of uniform the North Grammar nine will be
all in a class by itself."
"It's too bad," muttered Len.
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