ball had better not take any; it's out of training."
"Shucks, Frank!" said Herrick. "I'm giving this party, and I've got to drink with my guests. Besides, a drop of apple-juice won't hurt anybody. Just touch your lips to it, anyway—for the sake of a toast. Now then, fellows, here's to our athletic president, president of the Crown, all kinds of a president, Harry Harding!"
They all raised their glasses and drank in Harry's honor, and cried, "A-ay!"
Then Harry, quite excited and happy, held aloft his glass, and said, "Here's to our host and his birthday!"
But just at that moment Bruce Watson exclaimed in a frightened voice, "Look, fellows, look!" and crouching to one side, pointed out of the window.
Doctor Vincent, the school physician, was coming up the path to the house.
