I know who it was, though, even if I didn't see him." "Tip Scammon ?" "Surely," nodded Darrin.

"He's Ripley's right hand at nasty work, isn't he ?" "I'd hate to think that Fred had a hand in such mean business," muttered Dick, flushing.
"Don't be simple," muttered Dave.

"Who wanted to be crack pitcher for the nine?
Who pitches to-day, if neither of us can?
That would be a mean hint to throw out, if Ripley's past conduct didn't warrant the suspicion." Later in the morning there was another phase of the sensation, and Dave came back with it.

He was just in time to find Dick walking out into the little parlor of the flat, Dr.Bentley watching.
"Fine!" cheered Dave.

"How is he, doctor ?" "Doing nicely," nodded Dr.Bentley.
"But how about the big problem---can he pitch to-day ?" "That's what we're trying to guess," replied the physician.