“Very well,” assented the chairman. “This may be a wise move. All in favor of Joe Matson as pitcher, since Frank Brown, the regular boxman, has practically resigned—all say ‘aye.’”
Again came the hearty assent, and again the feeble objection of Hiram.
“Joe Matson is now the regular pitcher for the school nine,” said Dr. Rudden.
“And I want to say that I’m glad of the change,” put in Larry Akers.
“Hurray! Hurray!” yelled the now excited and enthusiastic students. Things seemed to be coming out right after all.
“I want to say,” exclaimed Joe, “that while I appreciate the honor done me, we may need substitute pitchers. In fact, I’m sure we will, and I wish Frank and Larry would remain to help me. I’ll coach them all I can, and I know they both have pitching stuff in them. I’ve made quite a study of pitching as an amateur. Some day I hope to be a professional, and I’m willing to tell Frank and Larry all I know.”
“Good!” exclaimed the chairman. “I think they’ll take your offer. Well, we have now made one change. Are there any more that you think necessary?”
It was rather a delicate question, for everyone knew what was meant. But the lads were saved from doing what most of them knew ought to be done.
“Do I understand that Joe Matson is the regular pitcher on the school team?” asked the manager, sourly.
“That seems to be the sentiment of the students, Shell,” answered Dr. Rudden.