Tom nodded sympathetically.
"Hard lines," he said. "But why don't you ask your brother to give you a fair show; put you in the sixth or something like that?"
"Because I won't. He doesn't think I can play baseball. I don't care. Only
I hope—I hope we get beaten!"
"No, you don't."
"How do you know?" asked the other morosely.
"Because you couldn't," Tom replied. "Is 'Curly' going to pitch?"
"No, Durham's agreed not to play any of her faculty. Willings is going to pitch. I'll bet"—his face lost some of its gloom—"I'll bet it will be a dandy game!"
"Who's going to win?" asked Tom anxiously.
"You can search me!" answered Satterlee, 2d, cheerfully. "Durham's lost only two games this season, one to St. Eustace and one to us. And we've lost only the first game with Durham. There you are, Tommy; you can figure it out for yourself. But we won last year and it's safe to say Durham's going to work like thunder to win this. What time is it?"
"Twenty minutes to twelve," answered Tom.