“Will I?” asked Vern. “Try me and see.”
The girl from Landon’s extended her hand to him. “Here’s wishing you good luck,” she said, “till——”
“Till when?”
“Till the Bloss five meets the Landon five—till your team plays ours.”
III.
The “big five” from the Bloss Company lined up for the last minute of the final practice before the championship game of the season.
“Fast now!” jerked Captain “Red” Murphy as he tossed the ball to “Curly” Clark, who shot it to Clif Sefton, who underhanded it to Felber, who dribbled it a moment and then bounced it to Vernon Judd, who completed the circuit and play by landing it neatly and accurately in the basket.
“Attaboy!” Red growled. “Now the same thing on the other side, fellows—and lots of pep!”
Three times in succession, from three different and difficult angles. Vern had the pleasure of seeing his throws drop safely inside the iron-rimmed net.