The students from the South High were making the place ring with their cheers. Everett was disgusted.
“We’ve as good as lost. Come on! I’m going home,” he said, when suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.
“What’s up?” Everett asked, trying to see over the heads.
“There’s a horseman coming at top speed down the road,” some one replied, “and it might be Eric Brownley.”
“It is Eric!” Everett cried excitedly, as he pushed through the crowd.
Eric had already leaped from his foaming horse and had entered the shack. As soon as possible he reappeared in his suit, and what a cheer went up when Dorset dropped out and Eric took his place on the diamond. The rest of the nine took heart, and never before had they played such a splendid game as they did then.
When it was over the boys from the North High took Eric on their shoulders and bore him in triumph to the shack. Everett’s joy knew no bounds, and he shouted until his hero had disappeared. Soon after, the three girls and Bob and Jack bade their host and hostess farewell and sped away over the smooth road which led to Sunnyside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE KING’S HIGHWAY
One day in the week following, Gertrude Willis and Adele were seated on the front veranda of the Doring home, when the postman came up the walk.
“Does Miss Adele Doring live here?” he asked with twinkling eyes.