I think;" Mr. Luce announced. "I shall pay particular attention
to your wrist work."

"I'm afraid I showed up like a lout," whispered Dave, as Dick
rejoined his chums.

"No, you didn't," Dick retorted. "You showed what all of us
show---that you need training to get into good shape. That's
what the coach is working with us for."

"I'm betting on you and Dick for the team," put in Tom Reade,
quickly.

"Dick will make it, and I think you will, too, Dave," added Harry
Hazelton.

"I wish I were as sure for myself," muttered Greg Holmes, plaintively.

"Oh, well, if I can't make the team," grinned Dan Dalzell, "I'm
going to stop this work and go in training as a mascot."

"Look at the fellow who always carries Luck in his pocket!" gibed
Hazelton, good-humoredly.

Coach Luce was now calling off several names rapidly. These young
men were directed to scatter on the gym. floor. To one of them
Mr. Luce tossed the ball.

"Now, then," shot out Luce's voice, "this is for quick understanding
and judgment. Whoever receives the ball will throw it without