erously into a pie. "That was a great fight we had to-day, all right."
"And there might have been one of a different kind," added Peaches. "Hear anything more from Hiram, Joe?"
"No, I don't expect to—until the next time, and then I suppose we'll have it out."
"I guess Joe's goose is cooked as far as getting on the nine is concerned," ventured Tom.
"Sure thing," agreed Peaches.
"Yet we're going to need a new pitcher," went on Teeter. "Probably two of 'em?"
"How's that?" asked Tom interestedly.
"Why Rutherford, our star man of last year, graduated, and he's gone to Princeton or Yale. Madison, the substitute who was pretty good in a pinch game, graduated, too; but we thought he was coming back for an extra course in Latin. I heard to-day that he isn't, and so that means we'll have to have two new box-men. There might be a show for Joe."
"Forget it!" advised Peaches. "Not the way Hiram and Luke feel. They went off by themselves right after supper to-night, and I heard them saying something about Joe here, but I couldn't catch what it was. Oh, they're down on him all right, for Joe backed Hiram to a stand-
