Let them use them, sir, exclaimed one of the boys. We can beat them anyhow.
Thats so, sir; and therell be more glory in it, said another.
And a chorus of assent arose.
All right, said Mr. Clinton. Now we ought to get things fixed up so that we can arrange dates with Wickasaw and the other nines. There will be the Mount Pleasant team to deal with, and I suppose there will be a nine at the Inn as usual. And I guess we can arrange some games with the Camp Trescott fellows. I propose to supply bats and balls and such things, as I did last year. Well need one new base-bag, too.
I think that one can be fixed up all right, sir, with some sawdust, and a piece of canvas to patch it with, said Bob.
Well, well have a look at it. If it cant, well send for a new one. Well have to have some balls and bats, anyhow. Weve got two masks and a protector left from last summer. Is there anything else?
We ought to have some mitts, said Carter.
Seems to me the fellows ought to buy those themselves, Dan announced.
Well, Ill get some, said the Chief. If any one wants to have his own, he can. Now, how about choosing a captain? Shall we do that here to-night, or had you rather wait?
To-night! Now! were the cries.
Very well; suppose you nominate your candidates, and well have a rising vote.
Much laughter and whispering ensued. Then Dan was on his feet.
Mr. Clinton, he began.
Mr. Chairman, some one corrected.
And gentlemen of the convention, added Mr. Verder.
Whos making this speech? asked Dan good-naturedly. Mr. Clinton, I nominate Bob Hethington. Applause followed. Hes as good a player as any of us; he was here last year, and knows the ropes, and he hes a good fellow for the place.
I second the nomination! cried Nelson.
Three other nominations followed, among the candidates being Joe Carter and Dan himself. The latter promptly withdrew in favor of Bob, and when the voting was over, Bob, in spite of half-hearted protestations, was declared elected. Thereupon Carter moved that the election be made unanimous, and it was. Babe Fowler was elected official scorer, an honor which quite overwhelmed him for the moment, and Mr. Verder was appointed manager. He and Bob were to get together at once and arrange dates, issue challenges, and start things moving generally. A call for candidates was issued on the spot, that constituting Bobs speech of acceptance, and it was decided that practise should be held every week-day afternoon, when there were no games, at four oclock.
It seems to me, said Mr. Verder, that the best way to get good practise is to have some one to play against. Couldnt we form a scrub team to play against the camp nine? Weve got plenty of fellows here.
Thats a good plan, said the Chief. And you and Ill join it.
And the Doctor, some one suggested. Whereupon there was a laugh, and the Doctor begged to be excused.
I tell you what I will do, though, he said; Ill umpire.
All right! they called.
Kill the umpire! shouted Dan.
And Ill get even with you, Mr. Clinton, threatened the Doctor. Youll never see first when Im umpiring!
He never does see it, grumbled Tom. He runs too fast!
Well, thats all settled, then, said Mr. Clinton when the laughter had subsided. Now, lets all get to work and turn out a good team, one thatll knock the spots off of Wickasaw! And when we cant find any one else to play, well have some, good games between the first team and the scrub, and Ill put up some prizes boxes of candy, or something like that. Howll that do?
Bully, sir!
Thats swell!
Im going to play on the scrub!
And the next afternoon, while the enthusiasm still held, the first practise was held, with almost every boy in camp as a candidate. Nelson turned out with the rest, and even Tom, under the excitement of the moment and with visions of candy before him, essayed to try for the outfield. Dan and Nelson were practically certain of making the first, if only by reason of former experience, for each had played on their class teams at school. The most glaring deficiency was a good pitcher, and the problem of finding some fellow to work with Bob, who was catcher, bothered the latter for some time. In the end a rather likely candidate showed up in the person of Wells, a chunky, snub-nosed senior, who, in spite of the fact that he was rather unpopular, decidedly stubborn, and a bit lazy, gave promise of turning into a fairly good pitcher. Dan was put on first, and soon proved his right to the place. Nelson went into the field, and finally found his position at center. He was a good batsman and a heady base-runner. Tom dropped out of the contest after a day or two, having been thrice struck by the pitcher while unsuccessfully endeavoring to hit the ball, and retired to watch the practise from the spectators gallery and nurse his bruises. A series of three games with the rival camp of Wickasaw were arranged for, and five other dates with hotel and camp nines were made. This meant an average of two games a week for the remainder of the season, and Bob got down to hard work. As it proved, it was lucky that the enthusiasm came when it did, and supplied him with sufficient material from which to turn out a team, for shortly afterward a spell of hot weather made its appearance, and while it lasted it was difficult to get any save the members of the camp nine to make the trip to the baseball field. But Bob didnt let the heat bother him much, and practise was as rigorous as ever. When not enough fellows came out to make up the scrub, Bob held batting and base-running practise instead, until Dan declared that he had lost ten pounds in a week.
He and Bob were rapidly becoming friendly, or rather Bob was, for Dan had liked Bob all along. Dan took hold of baseball affairs in a way that won the captains heart, playing his own position for all there was in it, and helping cheerfully with the coaching no matter how hot the sun beat down on the field. As a result of this change of sentiment on Bobs part a four-cornered friendship was formed which lasted for a good many years. Nelson, Dan, Bob, and Tom were together pretty much all the time, and finally the camp took notice and dubbed them the Big Four. Nelson meanwhile had been taken into the society and had afforded amusement for the entire camp when he had been put through his initiation, which, for want of a building affording privacy, was conducted in the clearing between Poplar and Spruce Halls.
CHAPTER VI
OPENS WITH AWFUL TIDINGS, AND ENDS WITH A GLEAM OF HOPE
Dire news reached the camp one morning, brought over from the village by a small junior who had gone for the mail. His tale was listened to with incredulous indignation by a large group of the fellows congregated outside of Birch Hall. The juniors name was Rooke, and he was vastly impressed with his importance when he saw with what breathless interest his news was received. When Dan joined the group, after having reported as orderly to Mr. Ellery, officer of the day, Rooke was telling his story for the second time, and with what Tom called imposing detail.
Theres a fellow over at Crescent staying at the boarding-house named Harry Fraser, began Rooke.
Queer name for a boarding-house, said Dan.
Shut up, Speede! some one admonished him.
Rooke looked hurt.
All right; never mind what the boarding-house is called, Kid, said Dan. Fire ahead!
Id met him now and then at the post-office, you know. Well, this morning, when I came out with the mail, he was there
Were there any letters for me? asked Dan eagerly. Then he retired to a safe distance, and waited for his pursuers to become absorbed again in the narrative.
Say, he said, Wickasaw put it on to you fellows good and hard, didnt they? How did they? says I. Oh, you dont know anything about it, do you? says he. And of course I didnt, but I wasnt going to let on to him.
Foxy kid! murmured Dan.
Oh, that! I says; thats nothing! Any one could do that!