"Anybody here want to put on a mitt and stop a few fast ones?" he inquired.
"That means you, Jim!" said Lane. "Come on! Don't be too modest!"
Spurling climbed out over the front of the stand.
"I'll try to hold you for a little while," he volunteered.
Soon he was smoothly receiving the pitcher's curves and lobbing them back. The combination went like clockwork. In the mean time the rest of the Camden team had taken the field and were warming up. The missing members had not yet appeared.
"That'll do for a while," said the pitcher.
The two drew to one side.
"What team have you been catching on?" asked the Camden man, suddenly.
"Graffam Academy."
"I knew you must have traveled with a pretty speedy bunch. My name's Beverage."