Frank admired this kind of grit, but he feared that Hodge might find himself seriously handicapped in the game.
When the afternoon of the game came, Bart got into his new suit with the others, although his hand was in a bandage.
The Reds were first to appear on the field, and the admirers of Denver’s lively independent team rose up and gave them a warm greeting. They went out at once for practise, and their work was sharp, snappy, and professional.
Just as the regular time for the practise of the home team had expired, Merriwell and his men entered the field. They made a handsome appearance in their new suits, with a large white M on the bosom of every shirt, and the spectators generously gave them a hearty hand.
“Where’s Merriwell?”
“Where’s Hodge?”
“That’s Hodge with the bandage on his hand.”
“Is he going to catch?”
“He says he will.”
“I don’t believe he was hurt at all. It was a trick to fool the Reds.”