“Last year New York beat the packing out of us at the Polo Grounds,” said Halliday, “but we won the college championship just the same.”
“That only goes to show how much stronger Princeton is than we are.”
“It goes to show that you can’t tell what Yale will do by the way she starts off.”
“I’ll tell you this,” said Bruce; “Hodge works much better with Merriwell in the box than with anybody else. Everybody says he played great ball last Saturday. He will play much better next Saturday, for Merriwell will pitch then.”
“The battery isn’t the whole nine,” said Pooler. “Hodge and Merriwell can’t do the batting, base-running and fielding for all the others.”
Joe Gamp came hurrying toward the little knot. He was excited and breathless.
“I say, bub-bub-boys,” he stammered, “have you heard the latest nun-nun-nun-nun-nun——”
“Whistle, Joe!” cried Halliday and Parker, together.
The excited lad began again:
“I say, bub-bub-boys, have you heard the latest nun-nun-nun-nun—I say, bub-bub-boys, have you heard the lul-lul-lul-lul——I say, bub-bub-bub-bub——I sus-sus-sus-sus-sus——”