“And there’s Joe Gamp!” gasped a fourth. “When did he ever play ball? Oh, my! my! my!”
“They’ve got him to coach!” laughed the first speaker.
Phil Hardy, captain of the regulars, looked Merriwell’s nine over quizzically.
“Look here, old man,” he grinned, drawing Frank aside, “what sort of a job is this?”
“What?” asked Merry, blankly.
“We are out here for practice, and we want to play against a team that will give us some.”
“Don’t let that worry you. You are going to get all the practice you want, captain.”
“But not with that turnout?”
“Yes.”
“Rats!”