"You fellows don't want to go into it,
for you know you'd be beaten stiff. That's why you try to hedge
behind a committee."
"It's all off if you fellows don't go at it in a regular way,"
Dick contended firmly. "We're not going to enter a match and
then find that you and Bill Rodgers represent no one but yourselves."
"What's all the noise about?" good-naturedly asked Reporter Len
Spencer, who, turning the corner, had halted behind Prescott and
his friends.
Dick explained the situation.
"Prescott is right," decided Len. "Martin, if the boys at your
school are not enough in earnest to arrange the contest through
an authorized committee, then folks will understand that the North
Grammar didn't really want a swimming contest."
"But we do want one," blustered Martin.
"Then go about it in a regular way, after consulting your principal,
as the Central Grammar boys have done," urged Len. "And, instead
of meeting here on a corner, you can meet at my desk at the 'Blade'
office."
Hi Martin was "stumped" at this point, and he knew it. If he
backed out now he would make himself and his school ridiculous.
"All right," agreed the North Grammar boy reluctantly.
"Don't forget to bring a note from your principal to the effect
that the boys named are the regular school committee," Dick called
after him.
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