"Why, Dick, do you think anything but pestilence or death could keep me away?
Father is going to take Belle and myself.

The seats are already bought." Prescott's own parents were to attend.

Out of his newspaper money he had bought them grand stand seats, and some one else had been engaged to attend in the store while the game was on.
"You'll have a great chance, Dick, old fellow, against a nine like Gardiner," said Dave Darrin.

"And, do you know, I'm glad it's up to you to pitch?
I'm afraid I'd be too rattled to pitch against a nine like Gardiner in the very first game of the season.
All I have to do is to keep at the side and watch you." "See here, Dave Darrin," expostulated his chum, "you keep yourself in the best trim, and make up your mind that you may _have_ to be called before the game is over.

What if my wrist goes lame during the game ?" "Pooh! I don't believe it will, or _can_," Dave retorted.