Others were hit freely, and runs were either earned or else made with the assistance of errors more or less glaring.
The weak places in the team's play were being noted by Mr.Leonard, who would take measures to stop the leaks after a fashion of his own; through advice and practical instructions, if he could; and should these means fail, then by a radical change in the line-up.
As Hugh had been made field captain, he would have charge of the playing to a considerable extent.

On this account, he took an especially keen interest in all that went on.

When Nick Lang, who played centre field, made a difficult catch of a great fly from Mr.
Leonard's bat, no one applauded more than did Hugh; while Thad behind the bat stood and scowled, for somehow he disliked the idea of the town bully having any part in the team's work.
When he took occasion to speak of this during their turn at bat, as he and Hugh sat by themselves on the lower bleacher seats, watching the game, the other took him to task for his way of thinking.
"You've got to get over that personal way of thinking, Thad, when you belong to a ball club like Scranton High," he said, earnestly.

"Now we all know what Nick is, and few fellows like to play in a game where he has any part; but remember that he is one of the high-school students, and on that account has just as much right to aspire to a place on the representative team as you or I." "But he always makes trouble wherever he goes," expostulated Thad, still unconvinced, it seemed; "and mark my words, he'll do something to try and break up this team, if things don't go just to suit his ideas." "Please don't forget Mr.Leonard when you say that, Thad.

Depend on it, he's going to keep his eye on Nick right along.