“On the nine?”
“Yes, Capt. Hardy told me just now that I am to have a trial in the game against Williams next Saturday.”
Frank sprang to his feet.
“Congratulations, old chum!” he cried, extending his hand. “I wanted you behind the bat, and, if you are given a fair show, you will stay there. We have worked together before, and we’ll try it again for the sake of old Yale—dear old Yale!”
Bart clasped the extended hand. It was a warm clasp, the clasp of true friendship.
On Saturday the ball game came off. There was a tremendous crowd on hand to witness the game and not a little betting on the result.
At first matters seemed to go against Yale and more than one groan of dismay went up.
Capt. Hardy was very anxious to win and made such a desperate two-base run in the sixth inning that he dropped down utterly exhausted, much to his friends’ surprise.
But after that occurrence the Yale team braced up. Frank never worked better and Hodge did equally well, and at the conclusion the score stood 4 to 5 in favor of Old Eli.
“We won, but it was close,” said Bruce Browning.