The Lucky Seventh

fielding, however, and Tom's absence was not felt. Fudge had purchased a brand-new High School uniform and Pete Robey had been lucky enough to borrow one from a b

r the High School nine; but Gordon had consulted the principal, Mr. Grayson, in the matter, and Mr. Grayson had given it as his o

t by Saturday the fellows were pegging the ball around with their old-time ginger and running and sliding with their accustomed agility. Tom pitched to the batters on Friday, and the result proved that batting prac

e to state that for some time Fudge's fielding was not at all spectacular and that he never-or at least never that summer-threatened to dispute Mr. Cobb's supremacy with the stick. But the

f it would visit Lesterville. Manager Lovering promptly agreed and the date of the contest was fixed for the second Saturday following the Rutter's Point game. On Friday morning Dick and Caspar Billings again met and completed arrangements. Caspa

ending his summers at the Point for several years. Dick met Caspar's mother and two older sisters at luncheon, but Mr. Billings was not present, and Dick gathered th

im rather difficult. He isn't exactly

ughed Caspar. "We all know that the kid's horribly spoiled

that-well, if he isn't very successful, it won't be altogether his fault. Mrs. T

prepared for the worst. So far, Harold has behaved very well. He doesn

rein he will bust the shafts! That brother of his is a nice chap,

r pitcher?"

hrop and Jim House and Gilbert Chase and Charlie Leary and-let's see; oh, yes, Billy Houghton. And Mason, if he gets here in time. How many's that? Never mind. I dare say I've forgotten one or two. I guess we'll

y?" asked Dick, when they

yer, but I get a lot of fun out of it. I've tried two yea

ool do yo

ms there. I'm going to try again next Spring. It's m

're going to c

t mind-very much. Of course, I'd like to go; 'most every fellow I know at school i

go don't care about it. There's Morris Brent. His father's crazy to have him go to college. He tells Morris he

, you

is always in troubl

asked Caspar. "I've only met him once or t

ng or another. Just now, I hear, it's an automobile. Morris wants on

-" Caspar paused, with a puzzled frown. "If he'd forget that his father has a lot of money, he'd get on better wi

at three on Saturday, Billings. I'll talk to Gordon about the umpire, but I'm pretty sure the chap you speak of

He watched Dick's deft manipulation of his crutches anxiously. Finally: "I say, it's a long walk to the trolley.

smile. "Maybe you wouldn't call it walking, thoug

ed Caspar heartily, "you certain

e in the ages of the two to allow Dick to keep the upper hand very long. Then, as Dick realized, there'd be trouble. Unfortunately, he could not, he felt, count on the boy's mother to back him up, for that lady was lamentably weak where her youngest son was concerned. Of course, Dick might keep on drawing his wages all summer and nothing would be said, but he didn't intend to do that unless he was earning them. And it wasn't going to be

If so, he had, then, overruled his father in the matter, thought Dick. It wasn't like Mr. Brent to change his mind, either. In any case, and whoever was driving the runabout, that light vehicle was plunging along the none too smooth road at a pace that brought Dick's heart into his mouth more than once and attracted the concerned attention of all the occupants of the trolley ca

obile he had spoken of. "He said he was going to, though, whether his father wanted him to or not. Said he had some money of his o

two dozen persons saw him to-day. Someone's pretty sure to speak of i

e called for next Saturday night in Assembly Hall to consider a new field. Will was telling me. He says h

plied Dick. "Have the

a piece of land on the way to the Point, near

ere. I don't believe it's very level. I su

Brent to take that field away f

o the other day?" D

and let's get these fellows started. Tom

s it's all right abou

s again, we'll have the choice then. Now then, fellows, get your bat