“I heard something about it,” admitted Cap. “Mr. Windam, the coach, said he’d soon be on the lookout for candidates.”
“Think we have any show?” asked Pete eagerly.
“I guess so. We had a good record from home.”
“That doesn’t count so much here,” was the opinion of Whistle-Breeches. “I’d like to make the nine, but I’m afraid I won’t.”
“Where do you play?” asked Cap, sizing up his chum with a professional eye.
“Right field.”
“Then you bat some?”
“I did a little better than two eighty-nine last year,” was the modest answer.
“Then you ought to get in all right. Now I want to catch, and Bill wants to pitch,” went on Cap, “and—”
“And I’d like to fill it at short,” interrupted Pete.