"Oh, sure. He beat me in physics class the other week and I haven't forgotten it."
"He wants to pitch on the scrub," went on the originator of the scheme. "He's all to the mustard, too, and—"
"Say, let me say a word for myself," put in Joe. "I'm not a political candidate in the hands of my friends. Is there a show for me on the scrub, Ward?"
"Well, I haven't made up the team yet, and you're the first applicant for pitcher, so you'll have first choice."
"Then it's as good as settled!" declared Peaches. "When do you make up the team, Ward?"
"To-morrow, I guess. I'll put you down as first pitcher, Joe, and I hope you can throw a scare into the school team—not because I'm not on it myself, but the better opposition they have, the better they'll play for the banner."
"What about Hiram?" asked Tom. "Won't he kick up a fuss if he knows you've got Joe? And what about Luke?"
"Say, I'm running the scrub!" exclaimed Ward. "They haven't anything to say after I take charge. What I say goes!"
"That's right," agreed Teeter. "I'll do
