“Bobby has pulled us up in dandy shape,” declared Frank. “You’re a wonder, Bobby, old scout.”
“Just keep it up for one more game, Bobby,” pleaded Sparrow.
“Scubbity-yow!” shouted Fred. “I’ll bet old Belden is shaking in its boots.”
Somerset and Ridgefield had played good ball in spots, but now they were out of the race. Belden and Rockledge had each won five and lost three, and the game that was to be played between them on the following Saturday would wind up the season and decide which of the teams was to win the pennant of the Monatook Lake League.
It was almost impossible for the boys to keep their minds on their lessons, but as there were only ten days remaining in the school term this did not matter to the same degree as it would have done earlier in the year.
But an incident occurred on the Monday following the game with Somerset that gave a new slant to their thoughts, and for a few hours drove even thoughts of the pennant from the minds of Bobby and his friends.
Shiner had been invited to go for an automobile ride by a friend of his family, who was staying for a few days at Rockledge. He came rushing into the dormitory with his eyes bulging.
“Say, fellows!” he gasped, “if you want to catch those tramps of yours, come along with me.”
“What do you mean?” his chums asked in chorus, as they made a wild grab for their hats.
“I’ve seen them,” panted Shiner. “But come along and I’ll tell you. Hustle!”