“No!” Frank fairly snapped. “And you fellows come out!”
Bob wanted to ask how Frank knew of the presence of the two varsity men in the room, but did not think it wise. After all, it was not hard for Frank to guess, since he could not have been unaware of the fact that a supper was in progress across the hall.
“I don’t suppose you have any objections to the rest of our guests remaining, have you?” asked Jerry, slightly sarcastically.
“No!” Frank answered shortly. He went into his own room, followed by Bart and Bill.
“I guess he won’t squeal,” said Ned. “We’ll finish the feed.”
It was the day of the second game with Kenwell. A big crowd surged in the stands around the diamond at Boxwood Hall. The rival rooters sang, yelled and cheered, and there was a riot of college and academy colors.
“Is Frank going to let Bart and Bill play?” asked Jerry.
“I haven’t heard,” replied Ned. He, as well as Jerry, Bob and other members of the scrub, were in baseball suits, for a game with the Kenwell scrub would follow the main contest.
But a little later when the Boxwood Hall varsity ran out of the dressing room it was seen that Bart and Bill had not been penalized.
Again sounded that thrilling and inspiring call.
At first it seemed that the Boxwood Hall team had a good chance. But Kenwell was more on edge, and slipped over two runs the first inning, while the college lads had only a goose egg.
“Oh, it’s early yet,” said Jerry, who sat with the other scrubs.
But when it came Boxwood Hall’s turn they could do little against “Sock” Burchell’s pitching, finding him only for fouls.
It was in the fourth inning that the real break came. The score was three to one in favor of the academy. And then it was that the military lads cut loose.
They literally pounded Jim Blake out of the box, and though Frank raged around, and did his best, it was too much for him. The man on first missed two easy balls, and as for the short stop he let three easy grounders get past him. The academy brought in five runs that inning and it looked to be all up with Boxwood Hall.
“Where’d that short stop learn to play ball?”
“Frank, you’ve got to do something!” cried Bart to his chum when Kenwell was finally put out.
“What can I do? The team’s playing rotten.”