mented Dr. Rudden. "That statement does you credit, Brown. How many of you think the same—that a different pitcher would strengthen the team?"
"I! I! I!" yelled scores.
"It's not so! Our pitchers are good enough!" These cries came from Luke, Hiram and a few of their cronies.
"There seems to be a division of opinion," began the chairman. "I think we had better vote on it."
"There are a lot of fellows here who have no right to vote!" cried Hiram.
"That won't do, Shell," said Dr. Rudden sternly. "This is a matter that concerns the entire school—to have a winning nine. Every student is entitled to vote."
"Hurrah!" yelled Tom. "This is a victory all right. The end of Hiram, Luke and Company has come."
"You'll pitch on the school team, Joe!" called Peaches in our hero's ear.
"I'd like to," Joe answered back, "but I'm afraid—"
"All in favor of having a change in pitchers, since Frank Brown has been good enough, and manly enough, to say that he knows his own weak-
