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He did not stop to consider the reason of it at the moment, still he remembered several tricks Graves had played, and he was not altogether sorry for the coach's order. Swinging a little harder, Ken threw straight at Graves. "Wham!" The ball struck him fair on the hip. Limping away from the plate he shook his fist at Ken. "Batter up!" yelled Arthurs. "A little more speed now, Peg.
"Peg, watch out this time," whispered the coach. "They'll line 'em at you this inning like bullets. Now try hard, won't you? Just try!" Ken knew from Arthurs' look more than his words that trying was all that was left for the youngsters.
He remembered also Graves's reply to a question put by the coach. "I was only tagging him. I didn't mean to hurt him." That rankled inside Ken. He kept his counsel, however, even evading a sharp query put by Arthurs, and as much as it was possible he avoided the third-baseman. Hard practice was the order of every day, and most of it was batting.
Dousterswivel growled out an answer, in which the words, "duty," "mine honoured patron," and "wait upon Sir Arthurs," were alone distinguishable; and after the Baronet and his friend had left the ruins, followed by the servants and workmen, who, in hope of reward and whisky, joyfully attended their leader, the adept remained in a brown study by the side of the open grave.
I hated Miss Mary as perfectly as though I had known her for twenty years, but I felt that, alive or dead, I should not like her to condemn me. Yet at mid-day, when I saw Miss Mary in her bathchair, Arthurs behind and Baxter and Miss Elizabeth on either side, in the park-like grounds of the Hydro, I found it difficult to arrange my words.
The boys bounded up the street into the training-house and locked the door till the puffing Arthurs arrived. They let him in and locked the door again. In another moment the street resounded with the rush of many feet and the yells of frantic students. Murray, the trainer, forced a way through the crowd and up the stoop.
Worry Arthurs ran out, and he and Weir carried Raymond to the bench, where they bathed his head and wiped the blood from his face. Presently Raymond opened his eyes. "Wull, what struck me?" he asked. "Oh, nothin'. There was a trolley loose in the field," replied Worry. "Can you get up? Why did you try to block that football rusher?" Raymond shook his head.
Arthurs, I done call yo' all. Lunch is sho' gittin' cold." That afternoon Wayne played the strong Hornell University nine. Blake, new at third base for Wayne, was a revelation. He was all legs and arms. Weir accepted eight chances. Raymond, sick or not, was all over the infield, knocking down grounders, backing up every play. To McCord, balls in the air or at his feet were all the same.
Quinn to invite them to stay with him in the next vac. It was then that Ninian decided that he would like to be a shipbuilder. Mr. Quinn had taken them to Belfast to see the launch of a new liner, and Tom Arthurs had invited them all to join the luncheon party when the launch was over.
Well... Kid, you've a grand whip a great arm and we're goin' to do some stunts with it." Ken felt something keen and significant in the very air. "A great arm! For what?... who are you?" "Say, I thought every boy in college knew me. I'm Arthurs." "The baseball coach! Are you the baseball coach?" exclaimed Ken, jumping up with his heart in his throat. "That's me, my boy; and I'm lookin' you up."
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