Dick and Dave walked back into the city, instead of taking a car. "How are you feeling, Dick?" asked Dave. "As smooth as silk," Prescott replied. "I don't believe I've ever been in such fine condition before," replied Dave. "That's mighty good, for I have an idea that the captain means to use us all he can tomorrow." "Oh, Tottenville is as good as beaten, then," laughed Dave, with all the Gridley confidence. "I'd like to know just how strong Tottenville is on its right end of the line," mused Prescott. "I don't care how strong they are," retorted Darrin, with a laugh. "You and I are not going to use strength; we're going to rely upon brains---Coach Morton's brains, though, to be sure." The two chums separated at the corner of the side street on which stood the Prescott bookstore and home. Dave hurried home to attend to some duties that he knew were awaiting him. Dick, whistling, strolled briskly on. He saw Dodge and Bayliss on the other side of the street, but did not pay much attention to them until they crossed just before Dick had reached his own door. "There's the mucker," muttered Bayliss, in a tone intentionally loud enough for the young left end to overhear. "I won't pay any attention to them," thought Dick, with an amused smile. "I can easily understand what they're sore about. I'd feel angry myself if I had been left off the team." "Why do fellows like that need an education?" demanded Dodge, in a slightly louder tone, as the pair came closer. Still Dick Prescott paid no heed. He started up the steps, fumbling for his latch key as he went. "You faker! You mucker!" hissed Bayliss, now speaking directly to the young left end. This was so palpable that Dick could not well ignore it. Dropping the key back into his pocket, he turned to stare at the two "sorehead" chums. "Eh?" he asked, with a quiet laugh. "Yes; I meant you!" hissed Bayliss. "Oh, well," grinned Dick, "your opinions have never counted for much in the community, have they?" "Shut up, you ignorant hound!" warned Bayliss belligerently. "Too bad," retorted Dick tantalizingly. "Of course, I understand what ails you. You were left off the High School team, and I was not. But that is your own fault, Bayliss. You could have made the team if you hadn't been foolish." "Don't insult me with your opinions fellow!" cried Bayliss, growing angrier every instant. At least, he appeared to be working him self up into a rage. "Oh, I don't care anything about your opinions, and I have no anxiety to spring mine on you," retorted Dick, in an indifferent voice. Once more he fumbled for his latch key. "You haven't any business talking with gentlemen, anyway," sneered Bert Dodge. Dick flushed slightly, though he replied, coolly: "As it happens, just at present I am not!" "What do you mean by that?" flared Bert.