could nurse his rage in secret. There were no more yells of "Oh,
you Rip!" He had done some splendid pitching, and had made the
team, for that matter, but he was not to be one of the season's
stars. This latter fact, added to his deserved unpopularity,
filled his spirit with gall as he hastened toward the dressing
rooms. There he quickly got into his street clothes and as hastily
quitted the athletic field.

Therein Fred Ripley made a mistake, as he generally did in other
things. In sport all can't win. It is more of an art to be a
cheerful, game loser than to bow to the plaudits of the throng.

"Mr. Prescott," demanded Coach Luce, "how long have you been
working under Pop Gint's training?"

"Between four and five weeks, sir."

"And Darrin the same length of time?"

"Yes, sir," nodded Dave.

"Then, unless you two find something a whole lot better to do
in life, you could do worse than to keep in mind the idea of
trying for positions on the national teams when you're older."

"I think we have something better in view, Mr. Luce," Dick answered
smilingly. "Eh, Dave?"

"Yes," nodded Darrin and speaking emphatically. "Athletics and
sports are good for what they bring to a fellow in the way of