"Whoopee!
They will answer for themselves!"
In an instant the Central cheering became tumultuous. Even Ted
Teall rubbed his eyes and gasped.
For the Central Grammar School squad was marching toward the field,
having just left the schoolhouse. At the head of all, chin well
up, marched Old Dut. Back of him, two and two, marched Dick Prescott
and his players. What marvel had been worked? For the Central
boys wore uniforms that made Hi Martin's fellows look like so
many gaudy figures on a cheap poster!
Chapter IV
THE STORY OF THE UNIFORMS
"Great Scott!" gasped Hi Martin, in sheer dismay, his gaze fixed
on the approaching Centrals.
"Where in the mischief did they get those uniforms?" demanded
Tom Percival, of the North Grammars, his mouth agape.
"Well, they have 'em, anyway," added Bill Rodgers. "And they
certainly look more than fine, don't they?"
"The uniforms are made of cheap stuff, I'll wager," muttered Hi
hoarsely. There was a choke in his throat over seeing his own
nine so badly eclipsed in appearance by the despised Central Grammars.
Not less astonished were the Central Grammar boy spectators themselves.
Not one, outside of the baseball squad, had known that any uniforms
were to be worn on the field.
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