The High School Pitcher; or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond

e, four! One, t

t! R

front and back. Commence

out in a solid, carrying

he gymnasium, perspiring even though the

r a brief rest, the entire squad took to the track in the gallery. For ten minutes the High School young

what the boys called a "griller," and he certainly knew all

ow along in the third we

of the week, the young men were pledged to outside running, whe

ched at first, from the work, had now grown too well seasoned to ache. Every member of the squad was conscious of a new, growing muscular power. Hard, bumpy mus

e a halt for rest. Lu

us to see the production of the regular League ball on this floor. Now, the baseball cage will not be put

rom the squad. The ball was

oard lockers, returning with a ball, still in the

er straighter than some of you, and put it nearer where I want it. Until the cage is in place, I don't like

none liked to appear too forwar

then," laughed the coach. Calling to one of the ju

r pitcher, show us some of the th

it red. He handled the ball for

just fun. Bear in mind that you're aiming to send the ball in to t

ad of losing his nerve, flashed back

drive--not too har

didn't fool the coach. He deliberately struck the b

ed the coach, after a scout from the squad had pick

as easily. Then Darrin began to grow

e batting record of my college when I was there, and I'm in

aking a rather

he wrist twist," remarked the coach, as he let Dave go. "You'll soon have the h

ter that, by putting on a little more steam, and throwing in a good deal more calcula

me we get outdoors, I think;" Mr. Luce announced. "

e a lout," whispered Dave,

of us show--that you need training to get into good

Dick for the team," pu

nd I think you will,

elt

for myself," muttered G

inned Dan Dalzell, "I'm going to stop th

ho always carries Luc

, good-h

y. These young men were directed to scatter on the

throw it without delay to anyone I name. So post yourselves on where each other man stands. I want fast work, an

e idea of rapidity of motion. Many were the fumbles.

e young man with the ball looked puzzled for an instant. Then, when too

. "Now, we'll take another look at the style of an

he looked pleased with himself

y own catcher, s

inly," nodd

e, if any old dub of a catcher won't do,"

ylike twirler!" sang out

er rip

ted him, and some of the boys treated him with a fair amount

ning work. You'll find the minstrel show, if that's w

track of minstrel shows!"

mock severity. "Run over and harden your funny-bo

xcept Parkinson, who

right over and let the funny-bone of each arm drive at t

obey. He "hardened" the funny-bone of either arm against the punching bag to the tune of jeering laught

own catcher, and had whispered

swinging his bat over an imaginary plate

spit ball," muttere

sten his

r a greenhorn to put

confident air; he had been drillin

ball that had been sent in so far. Coach Luce, with a calculating eye, watched it come, moving his bat ever so little. Then he struck. But the spit ball, ha

s as he swung the bat exultantly over his head. In a swift outburst o

lulu-cooler and a scalp-taker! Ripley, I re

onds to gather the full importance of what

pitch for the nine!"