“You have practiced some. You have been out a few times with the team.”
“All the same, I am not in shape to play, and I don’t care to go into a game and make an exhibition of myself.”
“You will not make an exhibition of yourself. You can play at short if you will, and it will fill the gap left by Gardner. I know you want to see us win this game. You will do this—for old Fardale?”
“I can’t,” persisted Darrell.
In a moment Doris’ hand fell on his arm.
“Please do, Hal,” she urged anxiously.
He saw a look exchanged between her and Dick, and somehow it made his blood hot.
“What if I go out there and lose the game?” he exclaimed.
“If you do no one can blame you,” said Doris.
“Certainly not,” agreed Dick. “All we can expect of you is that you will do your best for the old school. You can get into Gardner’s suit in time for the game. Come on, Darrell!”