IN THE NICK OF TIME.
"Will you be out to practice this evening, Charlie?" asked Rob M'Kenzie of his friend Kent, as the two, who had been walking home from the high school together, parted at a corner.
"Indeed, that I will," was the reply; "and every evening, too, until the match comes off. It'll take all the practice we can put in to beat those Riverside chaps, I can tell you."
"Pshaw! What makes you think they'll be so hard to beat this time?" returned Rob. "We've always had our fair share of the games so far."
"So we have; but they didn't have Sam Massie playing with them."
"Sam Massie! who's Sam Massie?" exclaimed Rob, in surprise.
"Don't you know who Sam Massie is? Why, he's one of the first twelve of the Torontos," replied Charlie, looking somewhat astonished at his friend's ignorance.
"Then how on earth can he play with the Riversides?" asked Rob. "Can't we protest?"
"Oh, that's all right enough. His uncle lives in Riverside, and he is staying with him for a while, so we can't object to his playing."
"Humph!" growled Rob. "It's a pity we can't. We've got nobody to match him."