were to make up a third of the nine in its first battle.
"I'm getting a bit scared," muttered Dan, the Friday afternoon before the Saturday game.
"Now, cut all that out," Dick advised.

"If you don't I'll report you to the coach and captain." This was said with a grin, and Dick went on earnestly: "Dan, the scared soldier is always a mighty big drag in any battle.
It takes two or three other good soldiers to look after him and hold him to duty." "I'll admit, for myself, that I wish the druggist knew of some sort of pill that would give me more confidence for this confounded old first game," muttered Greg Holmes.
"I can tell you how to get the pill put up," Prescott hinted.
"I wish you would, then." But Greg spoke dubiously.
"Tell the druggist to use tragacanth paste to hold the pill together." "Yes ?-----" followed Greg.
"And tell the druggist to mix into each pill a pound of good old Yankee ginger," wound up Prescott.

"Take four, an hour apart before the game to-morrow." "Then I'd never play left field," grinned Greg.
"Yes, you would.

You'd forget your nervousness.

Try it, Greg." The three were walking up Main Street, when they encountered Laura Bentley and Belle Meade.
"What are you going to do to-morrow ?" asked Laura, looking at the trio, keenly.