The Rambler Club's Ball Nine
CHAPTER I
THE NEW BALL FIELD
"Great Scott! Maybe that chap can't run!"
"You're right, Earl. But it will take more than running to beat the Stars and Goose Hill fellows, to say nothing of Rockville Academy. That crowd over there certainly has a corking team. Say, Roycroft, you ought to be on Bob Somers' nine."
Earl Roycroft, a six-foot boy weighing almost two hundred pounds, settled his big frame in a more comfortable position on the rail fence. His eyes mechanically followed the runners speeding one after another around a lot used by the Kingswood High School students as a baseball and training field.
"Why, it isn't Bob Somers' team; it's the school's, Nat," he protested, mildly.
Nat Wingate, a handsome, dark-haired boy with flashing brown eyes, smiled.