"Just leave it all to me," he said. "You fellows go in and win."

"Yes, you must win, by all means, Tom!" cried Nellie. "Just remember
that I've got my eye on you."

"Yes, we all want you to win," came from Minnie Sanderson. "I am going
to root-- isn't that the right word?-- for all I know how."

"That's the word!" cried Sam. "I declare, before you get through,
you'll be a regular baseball fan!" And at this sally there was a
general laugh.

Tom and Sam would have liked it had they been able to stay with the
girls longer, but the other members of the team were already in the
dressing room, donning their uniforms, and thither the Rovers made
their way. A short while later, the word was passed around, and the
Brill team marched out on the grounds for practice; even Sam, as a
substitute, taking part. Evidently, the outsiders living in that
vicinity were of the opinion that the game would be well worth seeing,
for long after the grandstand and the bleachers were filled, the crowd
kept coming in the several gates.

"My, but this is going to be the banner game so far as attendance
goes," remarked Sam to Bob.

"Yes, and it will bring us in a neat bit of money," returned the Brill
captain.

"How are they going to divide this year?"