decided, absolutely no chance of victory, and fellows who had intended to remain at home and view Springdale's defeat on cinders and turf now decided to accompany the baseball team on Saturday. "No good staying around here and seeing Springdale lick the stuffing out of us. Let's go over there and root for the Nine."
Fudge was one who predicted overwhelming defeat for the Purple. He figured it out for Mr. Addicks and Perry one day and proved conclusively that the best possible score for Clearfield was thirty-two points. "And that," explained Fudge, "means that we'll have to get eight points in the hammer-throw."
"Maybe," said Perry, "we'll make a better showing than we expect, Fudge. Mander almost equaled Felker's record at the pole-vault yesterday."
"That's all right," replied Fudge firmly. "I've allowed us six points in the pole-vault. We're going to get licked good and hard. I'm sorry for Guy Felker, too. He's worked pretty hard ever since last year. Remember how he got fellows out in the fall and made them work? Everyone laughed at him then, but if it wasn't for Lanny getting hurt Guy would have shown them something. We'd have won easily if the meet had been last Saturday instead of next."
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