a rushing business.

Dick, who had been scurrying about in search of a few news paragraphs,
and had found them, encountered Dave Darrin. Being something
of a capitalist in these days, when "The Blade" was paying him
two and a half to three dollars a week, Prescott invited his chum
in to have a hot soda. While they were still in the place Laura
Bentley and Belle Meade entered. The High School boys lifted
their hats courteously to the girls and Dick invited them to have
their soda with Dave and himself.

"We hear that baseball is going to be a matter of great enthusiasm
during the next few months," said Laura, as they sipped their
soda.

"Yes; and the cause of no end of heartburnings and envies," laughed
Prescott. "From just after the holidays to some time in April
every fellow will be busy trying to make the school team, and
will feel aggrieved if he hits only the second team."

"Who's going to pitch for the school nine?" asked Belle.

"Dick Prescott," declared Dave instantly.

"I'd like to," nodded Dick, "but I've several good men against
me. Darrin may take it all away from me. There are eight men
down for pitching, altogether, so it isn't going to be an easy
cinch for anyone."

"The nine always has more than one pitcher. Why can't _you_ make