"Hit the line, Innes! A-a-ay!" "Kendall," continued Lawrence.

"Lacey, Marvin, Miller, Milton, McClure, Norton, Roberts, Still, Thursby, Williams!" "All present and accounted for," announced a voice in the crowd.

"Home, James!" Coach Robey and "Boots" appeared.

Danny Moore, who with Gus, the rubber, sat on the driver's seat surrounded with suit-cases, took the bags, Joe Lawrence and Tracey Black, assistant manager, squeezed into the already overcrowded barges, Blaisdell, baseball captain, called for a cheer and, amidst a thunderous farewell, the squad, grinning and waving, disappeared down the drive, through the gate and out on to the road.
Oakdale was fairly deserted at this time of year.

Most of the summer cottages were closed, but the little hotel kept open the year around, and when, at four o'clock, the barges pulled up in front of it, fires were snapping in the open fireplaces and everything was in readiness for the squad's reception.