The first team was now down to seventeen members, its roster including Ogden, Moore, Erlingby and Frost, pitchers; Cobham and Risley, catchers; Van Dyke, Kemble, Tyson, Leland, Coles and Jackson, infielders; Raiford, Greene, Talbott, Pierce and Lester, outfielders. Two or three players who had survived the middle of the season had gone to the second, displacing others or, after a brief test, retiring to private life. The second kept sixteen men. On the Saturday afternoon that the first had journeyed away to play Broadmoor the second had met Freeburg High School in the first contest of its three game schedule with outside teams and had met with a sound drubbing. The second was woefully weak in its pitching department, and the opponent had batted Purdy from the mound in the fourth inning and treated his successor no more kindly. The only thing that prevented Coach Wadleigh from putting in a third twirler in the seventh was the fact that there wasn’t any third. Clif had a busy afternoon, running after balls until he quite lost his breath in the seventh inning. He had six chances during the engagement and accepted them all. If he could have done as well at bat he would have completed a very satisfactory day’s work, but he didn’t have much luck against the High School pitcher, getting but one hit, a two-bagger. The other three times at the plate he struck out. Some of his companions saw nothing deceptive in the pitcher’s offerings and found them frequently, but he remained an enigma to Clif all through the game except in the third when the latter managed to connect with a fast one. Freeburg won in the end by the lop-sided score of 11 to 4.