At length, however, there was a shout of dismay.
"We're lacking one man," announced the captain of the Crimsons, with sudden consternation. "Haven't you another chap who can play, Dick?"
"Nobody, I'm afraid, unless you want to haul in some of the chauffeurs," Dick answered idly.
"Jove! That's hard luck. We've got to have a shortstop. What are we going to do?"
"Wasn't there a boy around here somewhere this morning with the dogs? It seems to me I saw somebody—a stocky little chap with a snub nose."
The description was not flattering and Walter winced.
"Oh, that was King, who has charge of the kennels," replied Dick quickly. "I'm afraid he hasn't come back with the bunch of poodles yet."
"Yes, he has. I saw him skulking round the garage just now. Can't we drum him up?"
"Sure, if you can find him."
"There he is!" cried Cheever. "I say, you master of the hounds, come on over here. We want you."