“Oh, I suppose it’s all over the league by this time,” put in Peaches. “But it couldn’t be helped. It was like a dose of bitter medicine, but we took it, and I think it’s going to do us good.”

“You mean we’re going to do you good,” laughed Elmer. “We’re going to trim you again to-day.”

“Not much!” cried Ward. “We’ll win. Come now, a little wager between you and me—for the sodas, say.”

“You’re on!” agreed Elmer. “Where’s your batting list?”

The two captains walked over to the scoring bench to arrange the details of the game. The two teams were made up as follows, this being the batting order:

EXCELSIOR—
George Blandcentre field
Dick Lantfeldleft field
Harry Nelsonsecond base
Nat Piersonthird base
Tom Davisfirst base
Charles Bordenshortstop
Harry Lauterright field
Joe Matsonpitcher
Ward Gerardcatcher
MORNINGSIDE—
Dunlap Spurrcentre field
Will Leeshortstop
Wilson Carlburgleft field
Ted Claypitcher
Wallace Douglasscatcher
Elmer Daltonfirst base
Walker Bromleythird base
Loftus Brownsecond base
Harry Youngright field

The Excelsiors were to bat last, and while the rival crowds of school boys were singing, cheering and giving their class yells, Joe Matson walked to the box for the second time as pitcher on the school nine in a big school league game. No wonder he felt a trifle nervous, but he did not show it, not even when some one yelled:

“Look at the new pitcher they’ve got! We’ll get his number all right.”