Now it chanced that the trainer of the track team, Johnny Black by name, was looking over his runners as they loped around the back stretch of the track. His eye for the moment was off his half-milers, and was attracted by Armstrong's leap for the rolling ball. He crossed the track to the Freshman outfield, searching for the mark of Frank's cleats when he left the ground. Having found the starting point, he searched carefully till he found the marks of his landing, which happened to be on a bit of ground bare of turf where the cleat marks showed plainly. A ball whizzed past his ear, but he paid no attention, and even the shout of the Freshman coach that he was in the field of play apparently had no effect upon him. He measured the distance of Armstrong's jump with his eye, then stepped it deliberately. "Hey, right-fielder," demanded Johnny, as Frank, the batting side having now been retired, trotted toward the plate, "what's your name?" "Armstrong," shouted that individual over his shoulder. "Come here, Armstrong," said the trainer in peremptory tones. Frank halted and went back to him. "You look to me like a jumper. What are you doing over here when you can jump 18 feet with baseball clothes on?" he demanded. "Trying to play ball the best I know how." "Any chance to make it?" said the trainer as he walked along toward the plate while the First team went to their places in the field. "Not very good looking now," returned Frank. "I'm sort of a seventeenth sub-pitcher and outfielder." "So! I want you over at the track for a day or two. You ought to jump a mile. Say, Thomas," this to the coach, "let me have Armstrong for a day or two. I'm in an awful hole for jumpers and he ought to make one or I miss my guess. If he doesn't turn out right, you can have him back again. If he does, you'll never get him!" "That's right, come and take my men away from me," grumbled Thomas. "But I can spare him just now as he is a pitcher and I've got three pretty good ones. Send him back here if he doesn't make good." "All the work I'll ask him to do in training for the jump, if he has the goods, won't prevent him from working with you if he wants to, but I want him first." "All right," said Thomas. "Armstrong, report to Black to-morrow afternoon, and when you have shown him how far you can't jump, come back here for what practice you can get." "All right, sir," returned Frank. "Two o'clock to-morrow at the track house. Bring a track suit with you and jumping shoes if you have them." "All right, I'll be there," said Frank but he did not relish the change. His heart was set on baseball, and it was a great disappointment to him to be pulled into the track work. But his motto was to do the best that was in him without question, which is the starting point for success in most things. The coming of the Freshman jumper did not create much interest on the track squad. His jumping did not please the trainer.