delay to anyone I name. So post yourselves on where each other
man stands. I want fast work, and I want straight, accurate work.
But no amount of speed will avail, unless the accuracy is there.
_And vice versa_!"

For five minutes this was kept up, with a steam engine idea of
rapidity of motion. Many were the fumbles. A good deal of laughter
came from the sides of the gym.

"Myself!" shouted Luce, just as one of the players received the
ball. The young man with the ball looked puzzled for an instant.
Then, when too late to count, the young man understood and drove
the ball for the coach.

"Not quick enough on judgment," admonished Mr. Luce. "Now, we'll
take another look at the style of an ambitious pitcher or two.
Ripley, suppose you try?"

Fred started and colored. Next, he looked pleased with himself
as he strode jauntily forward.

"May I ask for my own catcher, sir?" Fred asked.

"Yes; certainly," nodded the coach.

"Rip must have something big up his sleeve, if any old dub of
a catcher won't do," jeered some one at the back of the crowd.

"Attention! Rip, the ladylike twirler!" sang out another teasing
student.