The Rival Pitchers

homore with a broken nose. "The

added another. "They knew we were coming. Did

ch was bare of the articles that usually afforded the

off?" asked he o

ral others. "We won't do a thi

ream," put in T

ed "Broken-nose." "Well, fellows, l

beds," suggested

Here, some of you hold 'em w

Then Broken-nose and some others took the two water pitchers and poured the contents over the two freshm

" exclaimed Gladdus.

ickly. "I'll take any one of you alone,"

m on," pleaded

Fenmore. "We've got lots to do yet. I wonder where their good

ll closet. There was a hasty search on the part of the sophomores,

. "There's no water left i

H2O if we could find th

er second-year

," he said. "In the closet at t

!" cried

called Fenmore. "W

es released him and Tom and

-morrow. We can't go in these," and he looked at his dripping garments-clothes in which he

at that soph sai

mea

e us away. He told them where o

s what he was doing up here-spying on

dor announced that their clothes had been discovered. The garments, drip

the gazabo!" exclaimed Sid disgustedly.

uieted down. Scarcely a freshman escaped and those who absented

in the arms of the coats and the legs of the trousers. Fortunately their bedding was not wet or the boys would have passed a miserable night. As it w

ed lot of freshmen who appeared at chapel-that is, all but Langridge.

id as he and Tom caught up to the

at

es don't seem to

t. They wet one for me,

ld the sophs where you pu

Langridge quickly, an

sneak gave

you mean," and Lang

and what's more, you'll get what's coming to you all right. That's a

ut," was the cool retort, and then th

om the tongue of the big bell, were received, and a proud lot of freshmen

he walked along the campus toward the gymnasium. "I'm just aching for a chance to pum

sh is a week from to-night. But say, how about the baseball

n, but he can't do it. The fellows haven't anything against E

we," put

ing to the rules. Why, we haven't had a bit of practice yet. We don't know who's goin

er play there

o any other. But, to tell you the truth, I like football bet

ing on?" asked Tom as he saw a lit

e stuff. Come on. Maybe we'll get a chance. La

way for a scrub game. There was also a notice on the bulletin board s

tes for Kerr?" mused Sid. "I ho

hes. Langridge was issuing orders and two temporary captains were chosen, they selecting their men. Bob, or "Bricktop" Molloy, the captain of last year, had one scrub team, and Pete Backus, who rejoice

ange for some other games this season besides tho

and Phil Clinton. Langridge held a whispered conversation with Backus,

f that settled it. And it was noticeable that Backus did not

op with just a trace of rich Irish brogue. "Sure and I

ss," replied Tom modestly, "though

Irish lad with a twinkle in his honest blue ey

ed a hand spring and came down so close to Molloy that the forme

me if you can accommodate yourself to the exigencies of the occasion," and he spoke much after the manner of Dr. Churchill, for Bricktop, in spite of the fact that he was a senior, "grave and reverend," like

my fair captain. But would you mind keeping your hat on? W

med Molloy, making a punch at Hou

ing of the season. The grass was like velvet and the clean, fresh green, contrasted with the brown earth of the diamo

! Do you smell the green grass, Sid, and the ear

inton with a laugh. "You'l

out on a ball field but I want to orate something like Thermopyl?

d when I see the gridiron marked off and hear the 'ping' of somebody's boot against the pigskin my heart begi

Sid. "You're

xclaimed a voice at the rear of the l

orders?" asked Sid quickly.

ce first," remarked Langridge. Then he turned to T

seem

Langridge said

and his chums soon found themselves warming up in earnest. The country lad discovered that

. "Come on, fellows! Out in the field. Parso

f as well as he could. The first man up was Langridge, and there was a

rprised. There was a mocking smile on the face of Langridge. Tom held the next ball rather longer. He threw in a peculiar little drop. L

d the umpire, and T

cried Phil Clinton, from ce

r, which Tom stopped and threw over to first, but there was

with the game,"