CHAPTER VII.
WHAT THAD SAW Some days passed.
As there would be no championship game the coming Saturday for Scranton High the town settled back into its ordinary condition, so far as the young people went.

There were afternoons for practice, of course, when the full team was expected to be on deck, and renew their acquaintance with the many intricacies of the game as taught by Coach Saunders.
Still every other day the boys were at liberty to go and come as they pleased.

Some made it a religious duty, as well as pleasure, to show up regularly at the ball grounds, where there were always enough fellows handy to get up a scrub game, for baseball aspirants were as thick as blackberries in August around Scranton that season.

A great revival of interest in outdoor sports had struck the town, and promised to stick far into the fall and winter.
On one of these off-days---it was Friday, to be exact---Thad showed up over at the home of his chum, evidently laboring under some unusual stress of excitement.

Hugh had walked home with him from school, and being busy with certain things had stayed in his den for two hours or more.