The Rival Pitchers

College, led in giving their cries by "Bean" Perkins, who had a voice like unto that of som

enthusiastic throng sent up exultant cries of riv

were girls and more girls, all of them pretty, at least in the eyes of

r about having a roof over their heads and who, for one reason or another, had to lo

l College and Boxer Hall. As the opposing players came out for warm-up practice the yells, cheers an

rs or lofty flies were heard all over the diamond. Never had the grass seemed gree

the Randall players as they "sized up" their opp

all," observed Coach Ligh

," predicted Kindlin

u and Langridge a few pointers," and he called the pitche

ng of envy in his heart. But it was honest envy. He wanted to get out on the diamond and do hi

Institute a close second for the championship, but to Randall the winning of the game might put the necessary "snap" into t

a feeling of nervousness on the

team, Randall, having the privilege of being last to bat. Langridge

howled the umpire,

ght be a foul, had thrown off his mask and was wildly looking for it, but it was winging its way toward Jerry Jackson in right field. A yell went up from the two hundred college supporters of

r knocked a pop fly, but it was caught by the pitcher, who repeated L

in the squares of both teams, the only

began an attempt on the part of the onlooking students of that college to get the pitcher's "goat," which, being interpreted, meant to "rattle" him. That he had a "glass

boys were rejoicing now, for they saw a chance to score the first run. And the run itself was brought in by the blue-eyed and red-haired Molloy a moment later, when Phi

ghtway they began pounding Langridge, and when the seventh

se fiercely. "Don't let them put the game o

o two men, while he was batted for a two-bagger and a three-base hit. But with a gritting of their teeth the others rallied to his support, and t

" cried Captain Paul, or "Pin

on," advised K

" about the Randall players. Tom Parsons felt himself grip

y!" he whispered to himself. "Why can't I?

s Molloy said, and they managed to tie the score. Then came the ever nerve-thrilling ninth inning in a close game. By great good l

'em-put 'em in brine for next year!" implored Holly Cross. "I'm first up,

my thoughts. Not for long, however. A resounding crack of the bat told him some one had knock

covering the gridiron with the ball tucked under his arm? Go on! go on!

baseman was right near the ball. He gathered it in and hurled it to first. It would have been all over with Phil, in s

to pieces badly. The Randall lads garnered a run and so th

at cheering