CHAPTER XVI.
FINDING THE BASEBALL GAIT "Morning, old ramrod!" Never had greeting a sweeter sound than when Dick strolled about in the quadrangle after breakfast the next morning.
Scores who, for months, had looked straight past Prescott when meeting him, now stopped to speak, or else nodded in a friendly manner.
Twenty minutes later, the sections were marching off into the academic building, in the never-ceasing grind of recitations.
"Prescott," declared Durville, during the after-dinner recreation period, "we want you to come around to show what you can do at baseball.

We've some good, armor-proof material for the squad, but we need a lot more.

And we want Holmesy, too.

Bring him around with you, won't you ?" "If he'll come," nodded Dick.
"He must come.

But you'll hold yourself ready, anyway, won't you ?" "I'd hate to go in without Greg," replied Dick.