"He has very little left." "Whew!" whistled the cadet. This would be news indeed to the students. He must hasten and tell them. "That's what I came to see my nephew about," went on Mr. Larabee. "I want him to come away from this expensive school, and live with me until his father returns. Oh, the money that young man has wasted! It is awful! Terrible!" and Uncle Ezra seemed about to faint with the horror of it. "Shall I find Dick for you?" asked Glen. "I wish you would, young man. I want to tell him this news, and take him back with me. I have a return ticket on the railroad, and if I stay over night it will be no good. Besides I am afraid my hired man will use kerosene oil in starting the fire if I am not home by morning, and he might burn down the house. One can not be too careful of money. Mortimer and my nephew are a terrible example. Find him for me, if you will, please." "I will," promised Glen, hurrying away. "My word!" he exclaimed as he ran out on the campus. "Hamilton's money all gone! Then he's no better than the rest of us now. He'll come down a peg or two." Considering that Dick had never tried to hang himself on a "peg," this seemed a useless as well as cruel remark. "I wish I had borrowed a hundred from him yesterday, instead of fifty," mused Glen, as he hurried on toward the baseball field. As he neared it he heard shouts and cheers. "The game's started," he exclaimed, as he broke into a run. CHAPTER XXIX DICK'S GREAT RUN Dick Hamilton hurried across to the players' bench, tightening his belt as he ran. "If I only get a chance to play," he kept thinking. "I don't care what happens after that, nor what Uncle Ezra may want." The game soon started, and it began to look bad for Kentfield, for the outfielders made several costly errors, and at the ending of the sixth inning the score was eight to three, in favor of Mooretown. "Looks rather bad," said Captain Rutledge to the coach. "Nonsense," replied Hale. "You can win yet. Take a brace, that's all." Kentfield had elected to be last at the bat, and, in the beginning of the seventh inning, when Mooretown was up, Perkins, the regular short stop, split his hand in stopping a "hot" ball. The other players gathered about him. "I guess it's all up with us now," remarked Dutton, from his seat in the grandstand. "We haven't got anyone who can play like Perkins. Hamilton is green. Our goose is cooked." "Say, I've got some news about Hamilton," spoke Russell Glen, worming his way to Dutton's side, during the lull in the contest following the injury of Perkins. "I don't care. I want to see how this game is coming out." Perkins walked to the bench, blood dripping from his hand. "Hamilton!" cried Captain Rutledge, and Dick sprang from the bench, pulling off his sweater. His chance had come.