"You'll be better next game," said Sid, trying to console him.
"Maybe there won't be any next game for me," was Tom's reply. "I saw Kerr and Langridge talking together, and I'm sure it was about me."
"That's all right. Kerr isn't going to be captain of the 'varsity."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure. I've got a straight tip. We've votes enough to elect old Kindlings Woodhouse."
And so it proved the next day, when the election was held. Dan Woodhouse received forty more ballots than did Kerr and his election, after the first test, was made unanimous, a compliment always paid. Then baseball matters began in earnest. Candidates were chosen, Coach Lighton ordered regular practice and established a training table. Tom was much chagrined when he found that he was named for pitcher on the scrub, while Langridge got the coveted place as pitcher on the 'varsity, but Sid told his chum that the scrub was but a stepping stone to the final goal. And when the coach began to take Tom in hand and give him some much-needed instruction about control Tom began to feel that, after all, perhaps he had a chance.
It was about a week later, following some rather hard practice on the diamond, that a hurried knock
