“To-morrow,” I answered. “We play Dean College the first game.” “I suppose you will make short work of them?” “We don’t anticipate much trouble in that direction,” I said. “Dean College has always stood last on the list, and we count confidently on a victory over her. We would stand a small show for the championship if we could not beat the Dean men.” “Well, I wish you luck,” said Mr. Wendell, as we reached the depot, “and I am very glad that this other matter has been settled satisfactorily.” In a few moments the train came in. “Good by,” said Mr. Wendell, shaking hands all round. “Be good boys now, and keep out of mischief. Give my kindest regards to Professor Fuller, Ray, when next you see him――and don’t forget Miss Nettie,” he added, as the train moved off. CHAPTER XVIII THE FIRST GAME About half past ten the next morning Ray and I stood at our accustomed place beside the dock awaiting the approach of Tony Larcom’s rowboat, which was to take us over to the baseball grounds, as it had done daily during the past two weeks. “This is your last trip,” said Tony, as he shot his boat along close to the dock, and drew in his oars, “and for my part I am quite agreeable to a change. I think five weeks of this would have made me tired of my boat. My conscience has troubled me greatly about this aiding of two disreputable scamps to defeat the purposes of a college faculty. It is too much like convict trade. I am glad it is over and my conscience can rest.” “Yes, Tony,” said Ray, “your conscience needs rest sadly, for, if it is any good at all, it must have been severely taxed during late years on your own account, to say nothing of the ‘disreputable scamps’ you speak of.” “Well, we’ll let it rest, then,” laughed Tony. Two strokes of the oars sent us well out, and we were on our way to the ball ground. Our first duty that morning had been to see Professor Fuller, who congratulated us on getting back, and added to our pleasure by telling us that we might move back our things to our rooms that very evening, so as to be able to begin our duties on Monday morning without further interruption. This, of course, was particularly welcome news to Ray, who longed to be back in his old apartments. Professor Fuller would listen to no thanks, but assured us that our own good conduct had brought about a reconsideration of the matter. We left him seated on his piazza, with Sport’s silky brown head resting on his knee, and bestowing upon the old dog a share of the affectionate spirit that ever flowed in a natural stream from the great warm heart of the man.