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2 Powell. "Tom is going to land it on the other side of the river."

"If he does that I'll walk home," answered Dick, with a grin.

"Now then, here is where Tom misses!" called out Sam, who was behind the bat, and he thumped his fist in his catcher's mitt. "Give him a double-ender curve, Frank."

"Oh, I'll give him a regular corkscrew curl," retorted Frank Holden, who occupied the pitcher's box. "Tom, prepare to die!" And he drew back to pitch the ball.

Eighteen of the students of Brill College were having a game of baseball on the athletic field of that institution of learning. The regular season for baseball was at an end, and the youths had fixed up their nines to suit themselves, with Dick Rover as captain of one side and Frank Holden as captain on the other. On Dick's side were his brother Tom, and a number of their dimms, while Sam was doing the catching for Frank.

It was only a friendly contest and all of the students were in the best of spirits. The main examinations for the term were practically over, and in a few days more the students were to scatter for the summer vacation.

It was the ending of the fourth inning and the