“Three cheers for our captain!” he called. “The pluckiest baseball captain Boxwood Hall ever had.”
And the cheer that followed brought a smile even to Frank’s dour face. Ted had guessed rightly—that Frank was getting jealous of the popularity of the three chums, and Ted did not desire this, for he wanted to see all enmity wiped out.
“Great work, old man!” exclaimed Jim Blake, the deposed pitcher, as he shook hands with Ned. “I was certainly off form to-day.”
“Well, maybe you’ll be all right next time,” said Ned.
The celebration over the victory proceeded, yells, cheers and songs being intermingled. The vanquished hastened away, not a little down-hearted, for after their decisive victory in the first game they had looked for a walkover in the second one. And they would have found it only for the timely playing of Ned, Bob and Jerry.
One might have thought that he would have given credit where it was due, but Frank did not. He did not approach the three lads he had publicly said he would make eat humble pie.
“Say, old man, don’t you think it’s about time you made up?” asked Bart, linking his arm in that of Frank as he walked with him off the diamond.
“Make up with whom?”
“With Jerry and his friends. They pulled us out of a hole to-day, and——”