"Don't fall down!"
Schimmelpodt, a wealthy old German contractor, rose from his seat, shouting hoarsely:
"Bresgott I gif fifdy tollars by dot Athletic Committee bis you win der game vor Gridley!"
The offer brought a laugh and a cheer. Schimmelpodt rarely threw away money.
Dick, smiling confidently, stood bat in hand.
Most other boys might have felt nervous with so much depending on them. But Dick was one of the kind who would put off growing nervous until the need of steady nerves was past.
It was always impossible for him to admit defeat.
The game stood two to nothing in favor of the Gardiner nine, but
Gridley had bases full.
Dick's help might not have been needed for all the uneasiness that he displayed.
There was no pallor about his face, nor any flush. His hands grasped the willow easily, confidently.