“Never mind Chesty,” broke in Walter a little uneasily as Dan believed. “There are quantities of points you can give me――a good many more than I can give you. They’re only little pointers. I say, Dan, I’ve been talking you up with a lot of the fellows. They are expecting you to do something big to-morrow if we have the fellows out for practice then. You won’t go back on me, will you, Dan?” “I’m afraid you have talked too much.” “Not a bit!” declared Walter confidently. “You can do it! Just think you’ve got some of those Benson fellows facing you! I tell you what, Dan! If you make good the fellows will all be so glad that I made my ‘find’ this summer that they’ll make me captain of the nine next year.” CHAPTER XVI A SCRUB GAME The following day proved to be rainy and the “trying out” of the prospective ball-players was consequently impossible. The day was filled, however, with novelty to Dan, who was assigned to the same class or form to which Walter belonged. This was as Mr. Borden had hoped and it may have been that a letter from him to the head master may have had something to do with his grading. In the Tait School there were seven buildings. Four of these were dormitories; two were superb buildings arranged for classroom work and containing a great hall in which at eleven o’clock every morning the students assembled for chapel; the remaining building was the refectory or dining-hall. Beyond the buildings was the great athletic field. The football and baseball fields were surrounded by a cinder track. Tennis-courts were numerous and the entire plant had been deeply impressive to Dan when Walter first had led him to the field. The sight of the covered grand stand and of the tiers of “bleachers” that extended along either side of the field also had moved the new boy strongly. The sight had suggested the scene which a game would present. Dan thought he could see the excited spectators and even hear their shouts of approval. Was it possible that he could be the pitcher――the central figure in the nine toward which the eyes of all would be turned? For the first time the country boy had a feeling of depression. He had never been put to the test of facing experienced batters. It was true he had been phenomenally successful against the Benson and other local nines. But they were as inexperienced as he. Then he recalled the quiet and confident words of Moulton. “If you keep on, Dan, you are going to be one of the best college pitchers. I shall follow you for a year or two and keep watch of your work. If you do what I believe you will, we’ll be sure to fix your college course all right.” Dan had not fully understood just what Moulton meant, but as he recalled his words now they were wonderfully comforting. He would do his best to show Moulton that all his aid had not been wasted. “You’re a new boy too, aren’t you?”