The Rival Pitchers: A Story of College BaseballChadwick, Lester
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The Rival Pitchers: A Story of College Baseball
Chadwick, Lester
Baseball stories; College sports -- Juvenile fiction
"All right," remarked Dutch. "We'll change our plans a bit. I'll see you
later."
Tom and Sid did not feel like resuming their studies after what had
happened. Instead they sat talking of the prospective dinner, Sid
stretched lazily at full length on the sofa, while Tom luxuriously
sprawled in the easy chair.
"I tell you what it is, old man," said Sid, "it's mighty comfortable
here, don't you think?"
"It sure is."
"And to think that next term we'll have to go into the west dormitory,"
went on Sid. "We'll be bloomin' sophs then. At least you will."
"That's very nice of you to say so, but what about yourself?"
"I'm not so sure," and Sid spoke dubiously. "That confounded Latin will
be the death of me. I tell you what it is. I was never cut out for a
classical scholar. Now, if they had a course of what to do on first
base, I'd be able to master it in, say, a four years' stretch. But I'm
afraid I'll go the way of our mutual acquaintance Langridge, and spend
two years as a freshman, at which rate I'll be eight years getting
through college."
"Oh, I hope not. You stand better than Langridge. He's smart--not that
you aren't--but he doesn't get down to it. It's just like his baseball
practice, if he would only----"
Then Tom stopped. He didn't want to talk about the player whom he was
trying to supplant on the nine. "Well," he finished, "I guess I'll turn
in. We'll have to see Dutch in the morning and learn what the new plans
are."
Housenlager and his fellow members of the freshman dinner committee found
it advisable to make a change after what Sid and Tom had discovered.
"But we can't alter the time or place of the feed," explained Dutch.
"It's too late to do that. Anyway, there's no danger once we get inside
the hall, for we've arranged to have the doors bolted and braced and
guards posted. The only danger is that they'll get at some of us before
we get to the place or that they'll get at the eating stuff in some way
and put it on the blink."
"I shouldn't think there'd be much danger of that," spoke Tom. "Won't
the man who is going to supply it look out for that end?"
"I s'pose he will," admitted Dutch, "so the main thing for us to do is
to see that we get safely to the hall. I think we'd better not meet down
near the bridge, as I proposed first. You know, we were all going in a
body. I think now the best way will be for us to stroll off by ones and
twos. Then there won't be any suspicion. The sophs will be on the watch
for us, of course, but I think we can fool them."
"Then you mean for each one of us to get to the hall as best he can?"
asked Sid.
"That's it," replied Dutch.
"Some fellows did that one year," put in Ford Fenton, "but the sophs
caught them just the same. My uncle says----"
He paused, for the group of lads about him, as if by prearranged signal,
all put their hands over their ears and all began talking at once
loudly.
"Hu!" ejaculated Ford. "You think that's funny, I guess."
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