There was a moment’s hesitation, and then Cap Smith, with a look at his two brothers, arose and walked toward the platform. There was a murmur in the throng as Pete and Bill followed, and as Whistle-Breeches got up.
“The whole Smith family!” called a voice, and there was a snicker of mirth.
“Well, maybe we’ll be glad of more of the Smith boys before the season is over,” said Mr. Windam good-naturedly. “Now boys, your names, and the positions you’d like to have.”
The organization of the Westfield nine was under way, and as Cap and his brothers noted the number of candidates they began to fear that their chance of all being together on the team was a slim one.
CHAPTER IX
BILL IS HIT
“Well,” asked Mr. Windam, as Cap stood before him. “What name?”
“Smith—John.”