The professor motioned for the boys and the astronomer to give close attention.
“We’ll get Tithy here to give you a good examination,” said Mr. Clatter, “and we’ll have him make you a special pair of glasses. He’ll put them in a strong frame, so they will set close to your face, and fasten on securely. They won’t come off no matter how hard you run, and in fact you may not need them when you’re at the bat. But you do need them to pitch with, and you’re going to have them. Can you make an examination to-night, Tithy?”
“Better than in daylight. I have all the instruments, and I think I could make the glasses.”
“Then it’s all settled!” declared Mr. Clatter, as if that was all there was to it. “Come along, boys, we’ll go over to the other palace car, and see what happens. Bill, you’re going to pitch again, and if you don’t make the Varsity it’s your own fault!”
The medicine man had rattled on at such a rate that the boys had hardly had a chance to speak. As for Bill his brain was in a whirl. He did not know whether or not to have any faith in what was proposed.
“Do you really think it can be done?” he asked.
“Of course it can!” declared Mr. Clatter.
“I can make the glasses all right,” answered Mr. Somnus with professional pride.
“But could I pitch with them on?” asked Bill.
“I don’t see why not,” was Cap’s opinion.