[CHAPTER III]
ONE LAST GAME
“Say, Tom, do you know what I’ve got a good notion to do?”
“Indeed I haven’t, Joe, unless you’re going to go out West and shoot Indians, or some such crazy stunt as that.”
“Forget it! But you know I’ve got to start for Yale in about another week.”
“That’s right. The time is getting short. Excelsior opens four days from now, but I’m not going to drill in with the first bunch. I don’t have to report quite so soon. I’m a Senior now, you know.”
“So you are. I almost wish I was with you.”
“Oh, nonsense! And you going to Yale! But what was it you started to say?”
“Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Say, why can’t we have one last game before we have to leave town? One rattling good game of baseball to wind up the season! I’d just love to get into a uniform again, and I guess you would too. Can’t we pick up enough of the old Silver Stars to make a nine, with what we can induce to play from among the lads in town?”