Coach._ A shout of approval went up from half of those present as Purcell, of the junior class, finished reading.
Many of those who had no thought of making the school or second teams were filled with delight at thought of the training season being so soon to open.
One of the boys who was pleased was Fred Ripley.

He had handed that five-dollar bill to Tip Scammon the afternoon before, and now felt rather certain that he had closed the door on the whole Scammon episode.
Like many another haughty, disagreeable person, Ripley had, in spite of his treatment of others, a keen desire to be well thought of.

The year before, in the sophomore class, Fred had played as one of the pitchers in the second team, and had done fairly well on the few occasions when he had been given a chance.
"There's no good reason why I can't make the post of pitcher on the school team this year," thought young Ripley, with a thrill of hope and expectant delight.
"Going to show up this afternoon ?" asked Dave of Prescott.
"Of course I am, Darrin," answered Prescott, as Dick & Co.

met out on the sidewalk.
"Going to try to make the regular team ?" "Of course I am," declared Dick, smiling.

"And so, I hope, are every one of you fellows." "I'd like to," agreed Tom Reade.
"Then don't say you'd _like_ to; say you're _going_ to," admonished Dick.