“Sure. Well, we’ve got lots of time before the first Morningside game. We’ll win that.”
“I hope we do,” but Hiram’s tone was not confident. Somehow he was worried over the way Joe Matson pitched.
As for our hero, he was warmly congratulated by his friends. Tom Davis was particularly enthusiastic.
“We’ll have you in the box for the school nine before long,” he predicted.
“I don’t know,” answered Joe rather dubiously. “It’s a close combination between Hiram and Luke, and they may get Frank Brown into shape.”
“Don’t you believe it. He can’t pitch as good as you in a thousand years.”
“That’s right,” chimed in Teeter.
“Nothing like having good friends,” remarked Joe laughingly.
Now that the season was started the baseball practice went on with a vim. Luke and Hiram had some of their players out every day, batting or catching the ball. Others were sent around the track to improve their wind, and in the gymnasium others were set at work on the various machines, as Dr. Rudden found their weak spots.