A STRANGE ATTACK
Puzzled as to what the strange action of his team-mate might portend, Frank Racer looked over the other lads to select one to fill Billy's place.
"Here, Jim," he called, "play ball here; will you?"
"Sure," replied the invited one, "glad to. What's the matter with Chase; cold feet?"
"Something like that, I guess. Go on, play ball. Line out a pretty one!"
"Say, you can't do that," objected Andy, as he saw his brother making a change in his batting order.
"Can't do what?"
"Make a shift like that at this time."
"Sure I can," insisted Frank. "We're not playing league rules, or even interscholastic ones. Don't make such a fuss. This is only for fun. Go on, Jim, swat it!"
There was a dispute, but it ended in favor of Frank, the majority deciding that, under the circumstances, it was permissible. As the game went on Frank looked across the campus. He saw the mysterious man strolling along, without any special object as far as he could see, while Billy Chase hurried in the direction of the dormitory.