milk. Whiting thought that a fine joke and wished he had been along.
“I tell you what I’ll do, fellows,” he said. “In the morning I’ll take you back in the car, if you don’t mind starting rather early, and you won’t have much difficulty finding your boat in broad daylight. I hope no one has stolen anything out of it, though.”
Back in the library the boys stretched themselves out comfortably in the big leather chairs, and Whiting turned to Chub with;
“Say, Eaton, do you play ball?”
“Yes, some.”
“Only some, eh? I thought that maybe I’d seen you on the ball field, but—”
“He’s a fibber,” said Dick. “He was captain of his freshman team this year and played on the ’varsity in the big game.”
“Jupiter!” cried Whiting. “I remember now! You’re the chap they put in for Pritchett at the end of the game; you stole home and won the game! That was all right, Eaton!” Whiting beamed across at him. “Thunder, I’m glad I picked you fellows up! I’m a junior next year.
