Highland School was defeated, 6 to 4, at Highland, on Wednesday, in a loosely played game in which errors on both sides accounted for most of the tallies. Frost was in the box for Wyndham and might have stayed through the whole contest had he had good backing. As it was, miscues in the sixth inning let in three Highland runs, and Frosty got wobbly and was relieved by Erlingby. Tom helped pile up the Dark Blue’s total of three errors, contributing an unfortunate fumble which, like most of his errors, was due to over-eagerness. Highland got no more tallies after Erlingby’s arrival on the mound, and, in the eighth, Wyndham combined a hit, a sacrifice and a stolen base with a Highland error and put two more runs across, bringing the score to 6 to 4, at which it remained. Catcher Cobham emerged from the battle with a split finger on his throwing hand, an injury destined to keep him out of baseball for nearly two weeks. Gus Risley, who had taken Cob’s place in the seventh inning, was a far less dependable backstop although a distinct addition to the batting strength of the team. On Saturday Horner Academy came over from across the New York border to prove her superiority in both rowing and baseball. The enemy’s colors were so much in evidence that forenoon that Freeburg took on a most festive appearance. Every one who could went over to the lake shortly after noon and witnessed the visitor capture the lion’s share of the water contest. Loring’s father and mother arrived in the car, and he and Wattles and one of the Junior School boys motored over. Mr. Bingham also came up that morning, unexpectedly, and filled his car with Clif, Walter Treat and three others. Tom couldn’t go, for the first team players were to have an hour’s practice before the game. The junior eight’s contest was held first, and once more the second crew showed their gameness. In spite of their showing against Highland, they were not looked on as winners to-day, and so it was a distinct surprise when the dark blue oars flashed into the lead at the start, held the lead to the quarter flag, lost it just beyond, though by no more than a few yards, and recovered it before the half-way marker. That was a pretty race all the way, for, while Wyndham was never headed, Horner rowed desperately and was no more than a boat’s length behind when the final quarter began. For a space a gallant rally carried her to almost even terms, but Wyndham also hit up her stroke and maintained it to the line, something Horner was incapable of, and shot across, to the shrieks of her adherents, not quite two lengths ahead.