The big crowd witnessed a highly interesting game.
But two costly errors and a great batting rally of the Goose Hillers in the eighth were the two principal reasons for the home team winning by the score of seven to three.
On several occasions, under fire, both "Jack Frost" and Charlie Blake showed signs of going to pieces. It was a mighty disgusted lot of boys that finally boarded the Kingswood trolley.
Several scouts, who had been eager to pick up whatever crumbs of information fell from the lips of Mr. Barry, were on the same car, as anxious to supply the news as the others were to hear it.
"He was downright mad," announced Luke Phelps, who had the honor of carrying three bats and three pairs of gloves.
Phelps waited so that this news could have all the bad effect possible.
"Anybody could see that," added a junior.
Not all the boys had been able to find seats, but Phelps, nowise bashful in company, spoke loud enough for all to hear, as he continued:
"Yes—he said it certainly looked as if the corn would win the field. He kicked about lack of judgment on several plays, and——"
"Said Somers needs stronger and heavier players," broke in another junior, eagerly—"heard that with my own ears."