“They sure are,” agreed Shorty Kendall.
“Who’ll pitch for you?”
“Don’t know. They’re just going to announce it.”
The umpire, the captains, managers, and coaches were holding a conference. Joe, in spite of his seeming indifference, watched them narrowly. Over in their section the Cornell hosts were singing their songs and giving their cheers.
The wearers of the blue had given their great cry—they had sung the Boola song—some had even done the serpentine dance. All was in readiness for the game.
“If he doesn’t pitch me,” murmured Weston, “I’ll be——”
Mr. Hasbrook motioned to the umpire, who raised his megaphone to make the announcement.