questions."

Fred Ripley's face was aglow with satisfaction. His eyes fairly
glistened with his secret, inward triumph.

"So you think you can pitch, Prescott?" he muttered to himself.
"Humph! With the great Everett training me for weeks, I'll
make you look like a pewter monkey, Dick Prescott."




CHAPTER VII

DAVE TALKS WITH ONE HAND


The next afternoon Fred and his father went over to Duxbridge.

They found the great Everett at home, and not only at home, but
willing to take up with their proposal.

The celebrated professional pitcher named a price that caused
Lawyer Ripley to hesitate for a few moments. Then catching the
appealing look in his son's face, the elder Ripley agreed to the
terms. The training was to be given at Duxbridge, in Everett's
big and almost empty barn.

That night Lawyer Ripley, a man of prompt habit in business, mailed
his check for the entire amount.