"If I pitch at all, I'll pitch the whole game!" cried Langridge fiercely.
"If you do I resign," was the decision of Mr. Lighton.
"Well, it's up to you," said Woodhouse with a shrug of his shoulders, as if ridding himself of the burden. "Whatever you say goes."
"All right, then I say Langridge goes to the bench. He's not fit to pitch and he knows it."
"What's the matter with me?" demanded the youth haughtily.
"Do you want me to tell?" asked Mr. Lighton quickly, with a sharp look.
Langridge, without a word, walked into the dressing-rooms.
"Parsons will pitch the remainder of the game," went on the coach to the Randall players and he made the necessary announcement to the game officials. "Tom," he called, "come on; you're up in place of Langridge."
Tom Parsons' heart gave a great throb. At last he had the chance for which he had waited so long. He was to pitch in a big game!
Tom was a good batter. He was also acquainted with many pitchers' tricks, for Mr. Lighton had given him good instruction. Tom was ready for whatever came. The first ball Ogden delivered was an incurve. Tom instinctively stepped back to avoid it, but it went neatly over the plate and a
