The rest of the nine and the subs were already on hand, many of them dressed.
"You're late, Mr.Ripley," said Coach Luce, a look of annoyance on his face.
Outside, the first of the fans on the seats were starting the rumpus that goes under the name of enthusiasm.
"I---I know it.

But---but---I---I'm sorry, Mr.Luce.

I---I believe I'm going to be ill.

I---I know I can't pitch to-day." So Coach Luce and Captain Purcell conferred briefly, and decided that Dave Darrin should pitch to-day.
Darrin did pitch.

He handled his tricky curves so well that puny Cedarville was beaten by the contemptuous score of seventeen to nothing.
Meanwhile, Fred Ripley was wandering about Gridley, in a state of abject, hopeless cowardice..