"Why, even if Prescott does get into the relief box, I can decide when he shall or shall not pitch.

I'll never see him get a _big_ game to pitch in.
Oh, but this blow to-day has hurt Dick Prescott worse than a blow over the head with an iron stake could.

I've wiped him up and put him down again.

I've made him feel sick and ashamed of his puny little inshoot! Prescott, you're mine to do as I please with on this year's nine---if you can make it at all!" In truth, though young Prescott kept a smiling face, and talked cheerily, he could hardly have been more cast down than he was.
Dick always went into any sport to win and lead, and he had set his heart on being Gridley's best man in the box.

But now----- Dick & Co.