imagine, but I haven't----"

"It's no use, fellows. He simply won't acknowledge it yet," broke in
another student.

"We'll have to wait until he comes out on the diamond in his new
uniform," added still another.

"Anyway, William, you might tell us whether you are going to use a
straight ball or a curve and the fadeaway," pleaded Stanley.

"He is going to keep that a secret, so as to fool our opponents,"
broke in Tom. "And he'll fool them all right enough, you can depend on
W. P. Tubbs every time."

"Three cheers for W. P.!" cried Spud. "Now, then, boys, altogether: W.
P., the champion pitcher of Brill College!"

A cheer and a yell rent the air, and brought a great number of other
students to that part of the campus. In a twinkling, William Philander
was completely surrounded.

"What's it all about?"

"Is it a fight?"

"Who are they cheering?"

"It's all about Mr. W. P. Tubbs, Esq.," cried Tom, loudly. "Our new,
double back-action, warranted, baseball twirler; the man who is going