"No; I'm Darrin, the pewter-plate second captain---the worst you've
got to fear to-day," laughed Dave, as he held out his hand.
"Why---what----anything happened?" asked Captain Forsythe, looking
truly concerned.
"Captain Prescott has had his knee injured, and two of our other
crack men are in bed, sick," replied Mr. Morton cheerfully. "Otherwise
we're all quite well."
"Your captain and two other good men out?" asked Forsythe in real
sympathy. "That doesn't sound fair, for we came over here prepared
to put up the very best we had against you old invincibles. I'm
awfully sorry."
"Captain Forsythe, we all thank you for your sympathy," Dick
answered, "but Captain Darrin can lead at least as well as I
can. I believe he can do it better. As for the team that we're
putting in the field to-day, if you can beat it, you could as
easily beat anything we could offer at any other time. So, as
far as one may, with such courteous opponents as you are, Gridley
hurls back its defiance and throws down the battle gage! But
play your very best team, Captain Forsythe, and we'll do our
best in return."
CHAPTER IX
Could Dave Make Good?
Dave Darrin, a good deal disheveled and covered with soil and
perspiration on his face and neck, came striding in after time
had been called on the first half.
Dave's generalship had kept Hallam Heights from scoring, but Gridley
hadn't put away any points, either.
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