The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseballMoffat, William D. (William David)
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The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseball
Moffat, William D. (William David)
Baseball stories; College sports -- Juvenile fiction; College students -- Juvenile fiction
The hope of improvement which Ray had expressed became confirmed in
me the moment I saw Percy step out on the diamond Monday noon. He had
received his notification during the morning, and came down to the
grounds with a smiling face and an air of pride. It had certainly paid
us to encourage him, for the way he took hold of balls, and the dash
and vim with which he played, convinced me that we had nothing to fear
from that quarter. As I watched him, I could only wonder that we had
not seen the stuff that was in him before. As we anticipated, too, his
spirit was contagious, and all the fellows played with a dash that was
remarkable for a team who had just returned from a humiliating defeat.
“Gee whiz!” exclaimed Tony Larcom, as he stood beside me while I was
batting the ball to the various basemen. “Percy Randall is a regular
tonic. If the fellows will keep in this form they can beat the earth.
Good boy, Percy! That was a dandy,” he added, as our new third baseman
made a dive towards short stop and captured a hard ground hit with one
hand. I nodded in approbation to Ray, who wore a smile of confidence as
he stood watching this play from second base.
At the close of our practice, Ray, Tony, and I walked back to the
college together.
“Keep it up, boys,” said Tony, “and we will see that Crimson Banner
yet.”
“Yes,” answered Ray, with a laugh, “I can see it Wednesday when I go
over to Berkeley. It doesn’t cost anything to see it, but I fancy we
may be able to capture it, too, if we can keep on in the way we have
begun to-day. We are still a little unaccustomed to the change, but
I think we will soon get used to it. The only thing I could wish for
is more time to practice. Our game with Park College comes off next
Saturday. That is just a week too soon for me. If we could have six
days’ more practice, I shouldn’t be afraid to tackle the best college
nine in the country.”
“Oh, it’s all right as it is,” answered Tony. “We’ll be in good
condition by Saturday, don’t you fear.”
“I can tell better about our prospects after I see Wednesday’s game,”
said Ray. “At any rate we will practice twice a day until Thursday, so
we ought to be in good trim. Don’t forget to be on hand at five o’clock
this afternoon,” he added as I left him.
It was a pleasant experience to Ray and myself to be walking freely
upon the campus again and attending our lectures. We had neither of us
lost ground, but were enabled to resume our places without suffering
any disadvantage from our period of suspension. This was of course due
entirely to the care with which we had attended to our studies while
lodging in town; and the knowledge of this did much to conciliate Dr.
Drayton, who greeted us both kindly, and even unbent so far as to
express his sympathy with us in our defeat――or to put it in his highly
dignified way, he “regretted that our efforts in the baseball field had
not been so far attended with success.”
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