"I have the pleasant sensation of a chap who is sitting on a keg of gunpowder with some one behind about to touch it off," put in Dave Brandon, dryly.
"Oh, I wish to goodness it was all over," sighed Charlie Blake.
"What! The touching off process?" laughed Dave. "I don't want to leave the diamond that way. There's no glory in it."
"Besides, it might hurt one's feelings," said Willie Singleton.
"Well, I haven't had to go to a nerve specialist yet," grinned Fred Benson. "How d'ye do, Joe Rodgers! Haven't seen you for two days. What's doing?"
"Seems to me an awful lot," answered Joe, with a grin. "Hello, Dave! Teacher says I'm going to make the High in great shape one of these days. What do you think? I'm playing on a baseball team."
"Which one?" asked Dave.
"The Stars. Nat Wingate said he'd give me a chance. Say, you don't think it's mean of me, do you?"
"Of course not," answered the editor of the "Reflector." "Good luck, Joe! And play for all you're worth."
Boys were flocking in and out of the big room, and above the general noise Benny Wilkins' voice soon made itself heard.