the head of the college as he and the other instructors were about to start.
"No, I don't care much for baseball. I shall remain here and arrange for another Latin examination for some of the students."
Sid groaned and his chums laughed, whereat Professor Tines frowned.
"Do you think you'll win?" asked Miss Tyler as she sat next to Tom.
"I'm sure of it," he answered promptly.
When the Randall team and its supporters arrived they found a big throng present to greet them. Even their opponents sent out a ringing cheer of welcome. The Fairview nine was out on the diamond practicing.
"Snappy work," observed Tom critically as the batting and catching was under way.
"Oh, we can do just as good," asserted Kindlings. "Don't get nervous now. You've got to pitch your head off."
Some one started the Randall college song, "Aut vincere aut mori," and as the beautiful strains floated over the diamond when the players poured out from the dressing-rooms the team came to a sudden halt.
"That's it, fellows," said Kindlings solemnly, "'Either we conquer or we die!' Play for all that's in you and then some more," and he laughed.
Auto horns tooted blatantly, girls cried in their
