“Here, you take ’em,” and North held them out.
“Not much!” came the quick answer.
“Why not?”
“Think I want to be caught with them on me?”
“Well, I don’t want ’em either. Shall I throw ’em away?” and he made a half-motion toward a clump of bushes.
“No, some one might find ’em, and give ’em back, and then we’d be as badly off as before. Here, I’ll tell you what to do. Toss ’em into that old cannon,” and Mersfeld pointed to one on the far edge of the campus. It was a Spanish war trophy, loaned by the government. “No one will ever think of looking there for ’em.”
With a quick motion North slid the case of spectacles down the muzzle. Then the two quickly kept on their way.
Bill and his friends proceeded to the gymnasium, where the players indulged in a shower bath, and, a little later the three brothers were in Cap’s room, talking over baseball matters in particular, and everything in general.
“Let’s see,” mused the pitcher as he looked over a schedule of dates. “We play Northampton day after to-morrow, Sandrim the next day, and then Saturday winds up the season with Tuckerton. And say, fellows, do you know we’ve got to win every game to keep the pennant!”
“How’s that?” demanded Cap. “I thought we had a good lead?”