"Now, then, let her drive---not too hard," ordered Mr. Luce.

Dave let go with what he thought was an outcurve. It didn't fool
the coach. He deliberately struck the ball, sending it rolling
along the floor as a grounder.

"A little more twist to the wrist, Darrin," counseled the coach,
after a scout from the squad had picked up the ball and sent it
to this budding pitcher.

Dave's next delivery was struck down as easily. Then Darrin began
to grow a bit angry and much more determined.

"Don't feel put out, Darrin," counseled the coach. "I had the
batting record of my college when I was there, and I'm in better
trim and nerve than you are yet. Don't be discouraged."

Soon Dave was making a rather decent showing.

"I'll show you later, Darrin, a little more about the way to turn
the hand in the wrist twist," remarked the coach, as he let Dave
go. "You'll soon have the hang of the thing. Now, Prescott,
you step into the imaginary box, if you please."

Dick took to an inshoot. His first serve was as easily clouted
as Dave's had been. After that, by putting on a little more steam,
and throwing in a good deal more calculation, Dick got three successive
balls by Mr. Luce. At two of these, coach had struck.

"You're going to do first-rate, Prescott, by the time we get outdoors,