There was a moisture in the pitcher’s eyes, but the odd glasses concealed his tears of gratitude.
“Hurrah!” yelled Professor Clatter leaping about like a boy. “Now you’ll make the Varsity; eh Tithy?”
“He will! I can read it in the stars!” said the little astronomer, gaily.
CHAPTER XIV
THE TRY-OUT
That Bill was delighted to find his former skill had not deserted him goes without saying. It was tempered a bit by the fact that he had to wear glasses, but that could not be helped.
“I wonder how Mr. Windam will take to ’em?” he asked his brothers as they walked back to school together.
“He won’t care as long as you can pitch the way you did this afternoon,” declared Cap.