“Don’t worry. Sid, here, will knock out a couple of home runs,” said Tom. “Won’t you, Sid?”
“I only hope I don’t fan the air. How are his curves?”
“Pretty good, for the first few innings,” answered Tom. “After that you can find ’em easy enough. He wears down—at least he did last year.”
The practice came to an end. The preliminaries were arranged, and, with the privilege of the home team coming last to the bat, Randall went in the initial inning. The two teams were made up as follows:
RANDALL COLLEGE
Sid Henderson, second base.
William Housenlager, catcher.
Phil Clinton, first base.
Tom Parsons, pitcher.
Dan Woodhouse, third base.
Jerry Jackson, right field.
Bob Molloy, shortstop.
Joe Jackson, left field.
Holman Cross, center field.
BOXER HALL
Lynn Ralling, second base.
Hugh McGherity, right field.
Roy Conklin, left field.
Arthur Flood, center field.
George Stoddard, catcher.
Pinkerton Davenport, first base.
Fred Langridge, pitcher.
Bert Hutchin, third base.
Sam Burton, shortstop.
“Now, Sid, show ’em what you can do,” advised Mr. Leighton, as Sid selected a bat, and walked up to the plate. He faced Langridge, and noted the grim and almost angry look in the eyes of the former pitcher on the Randall ’varsity.
“Make him give you a nice one,” called Bean Perkins, who was ready to shout for victory.