Batting to Win

m had preceded them some time before. Sid, Phil and Tom had sent their suits back with some of their friend

day in the first formal game of the season, but as for Sid, he kept to hims

ard," observed Ph

d. "I can't under

ms and threw himself down on the old sofa,

hree terms, now, and it's a regular heirloom. Don't smash it for us. Remember wh

to get down stairs past us," added Tom.

s useless to talk to him. Phil crossed the room softly and sat cautiousl

e table. Soon the fussy clicking was again heard. "It's all right," went on the pitcher, in relieved tones. "Gave me heart disease at first. The clock is as

llops, the messenger, who stood reveal

like to see you,

LIKE TO SEE YOU,

inquir

the sentent

seman got up, and, as the messenger w

I'm afraid," rema

about that item in the paper, o

. Churchill was summoned, and that Sid was in the proctor's study a long time. He returned to his room a trifle pale, and with unnatural

ay something?" burst out Sid fin

wanted to have a talk

m I to do?" asked

ut?" inqu

don't want to have her thin

you were in Dartwell the night of

rst out Sid. "I

ged his s

. "It looks as if I wasn't telling the tr

t's talk about baseball. Have

"I saw it in the doctor's stud

have a few more games like to-day

ck on the door. Sid started

xclaimed. "If i

each other. Clearly Sid expected another mysterious summon

gan Joe, "do you wan

imes echoed his brother, a trick tha

plied Tom. "What is it: baiting a

or," rep

ame, as I have explained, being a

p now?" a

sub-rosa, you understand, but he smelled us out, and now some of us are doing time for it. To-day Bricktop Molloy evolv

ot," he answer

er of Tom and Phil. They shook their heads, and mo

me?" asked Tom

just explain, though, that he has quietly been 'tipped off' to the effect that another

if he

t. What's the matter with Sid, anyhow?" for by this time the fo

l mixed up in it." He refrained from saying anything about th

ll soon be over it," declare

choed his brot

ar a room that was sometimes used for student meetings, and where, more than once, it was whispered, smokers had been held, in violation

ry, as he and his brother, toge

top. "Reports from the front

working all rig

n't you s

air. There was an unmis

g on in there, why was Pitchf

ricktop in his rich brogue. "I think he

hat Dan Woodhouse had a small air pump, which he wa

and then they seemed to cease. But the reason was soon apparent, for Professor Emerson Tines was now tip-toeing his way toward the door of the suspected room. By the dim light

he portal. Then he gave a

s practice that is going on in there, and it must stop at once! Open t

tumbled into the apartment. He uttered an exclamation of delight, probably in the belief

t was glowing as though some giant was puffing on the improvised pipe. From a glass tube extending from the flask there poured out volumes of the pungent odor, and, as the puffs came, Tom and Phil could hear the air pump being worked. It was a "studentless smoker," the air pump, attached to a rubber hose whi

re was a hurried movement as th