[CHAPTER XVI]
JOE MAKES GOOD
For a moment our hero could scarcely believe his good fortune. He had been called to pitch for the scrub! Once more as he stood there, scarcely comprehending, Mr. Benson called out sharply:
“Didn’t you hear, Matson? You’re to pitch against the ’varsity, and I want you to beat ’em!”
“Yes—yes, sir,” answered Joe, in a sort of daze.
“And, ’varsity, if you don’t pound him all over the field you’re no good! Eat ’em up!” snapped the assistant coach.
“Don’t let ’em win, scrub,” insisted Mr. Whitfield, and thus it went on—playing one against the other to get the ’varsity to do its best.
“Play ball!” called the umpire. “Get to work. Come in, you fellows,” and he motioned to those who were out on the field warming up.