"You've scored a point there, Prescott.

Well, then, since I _am_ the boy's father, and since I want to do him full justice on the side of mercy, if he'll have it---will you tell all of the truth that you know to that boy's father ?" Dick glanced around at his chums.

One after another they nodded.
Then the High School pitcher unburdened himself.

Tip Scammon sat up and took keen notice.

When Dick had finished with all he knew, including the tripping with the pole, and the soft-soaping of the sidewalk before his home door, Tip was ready to talk.
"I done 'em all," he admitted, "includin' the throwin' of the brickbats.