“You have certain enemies, Tucker,” observed Jones, “who seem determined that you shall not play on the team.”
“Thus far they’ve simply injured themselves,” said Dick. “They must be disgusted with the way everything has gone against them. We play Brown at Providence, Saturday, and if we win that game it will be the utter discomfiture of our enemies and the enemies of the team.”
“Oh, we’ll win the game, partner,” said Buckhart confidently.
“I hope we do,” nodded Dick; “but Brown has a hot team, they say—the best freshman team she’s had in years.”
Dick smiled.
“Well, how about uth?” inquired Otis Fitch.
“It has been generally reported that Yale has the weakest freshman team she’s had in years, but I notice we’ve been winning thus far.”
“Even with Sam Kates in the box,” grunted Bigelow. “Of course, you’re going to pitch Saturday, Dick? You wouldn’t think of putting Kates against Brown?”
“I wouldn’t put him against Brown. I shall wait to hear what Captain Jones has to say.”
“You’ll pitch, all right,” announced Blessed. “And you’ll pitch the whole game, too.”