“But you don’t remember,” said Clif. “You start all right, and then you forget and back away and crouch. You don’t keep your mind on the job, Tom.” “Well, why won’t he let me hit the way I want to? Heck, if I ever coach a baseball team――” “That’s got nothing to do with it,” interrupted Clif. “Tusks may be all wrong, but he’s the boss and it’s up to you to do what he tells you to do.” “But I forget!” “You mustn’t forget,” Loring assured him earnestly. “When you forget it’s because you’re not doing as you agreed to do. You’re not putting your mind to work. Now what were you thinking about when you were at bat this afternoon?” “Thinking about?” Tom ran his fingers through his hair in puzzlement. “Why, part of the time I was wondering what Moore was going to shoot at me, and part of the time I was wondering if I could hit it, and part of――” “There! That’s just it! You had the wrong thoughts all the while. You should have been concentrating on the thought: I am going to hit it! You shouldn’t have wondered about anything. Wonder means doubt, and you don’t doubt, you _know_!” “Oh, I do, do I? Is that so? Well, let me tell you I didn’t know! And you wouldn’t have known, either. That guy’s got a mean hook, and if you don’t know when it’s coming you’re a gone coon! Besides that, suppose I’d done all that concentrating you talk about; all that ‘I-know-I’m-going-to-hit-it’ stuff; how would that have helped me to stand up-close to the plate and put my feet together and all the rest of it? Huh?” Tom was a dull student, and frequently very trying to Loring and Clif. Much valuable time was spent in pounding the philosophy of the “Work and Will” idea into his marble dome. To-night, as on several preceding occasions, Tom agreed to mend his ways and promised to “trot out the old Will Power.” So far no appreciable results had accrued to the Triumvirate from its campaign of “Work and Will,” but, as Loring pointed out, a week was too short a time to prove anything. Besides, it was probable that none of them was yet concentrating and willing as effectively as he might with more practice. It doubtless took some time to warm up a fellow’s will power and get it “hitting on all six.”