“It’s been a pretty good year for Hillton, hasn’t it?”
“So far; if you only beat St. Eustace at baseball, and if we can only win on the river it’ll be the best year on record, I guess. We certainly did her up finely at the interscholastic meet, eh?”
“I should say so! Forty-three points to twenty-nine! And little Stew here to thank for ten of them. Take off your hat, Stew!”
“’Tis off.”
“I’ll never forget the way in which he ran away from that St. Eustace fellow in the half-mile,” continued Carl, smiling. “And to think that when he came here three years ago he couldn’t turn the door-knob without using both hands!”
“Oh, dry up,” said Stewart.
“I guess you’re pretty certain to beat St. Eustace at baseball, aren’t you, Carl?”
“Yes, pretty certain; barring accidents we ought to have little trouble. We play Shrewsburg again Saturday, and I believe we’ll shut her out.”
“Don’t get too confident,” warned Dick.
“No fear; and I don’t talk like this before the fellows. But we’ve really got the finest lot of players that I ever saw.”