y to come out of this scrape alive! I think this will cuc-cure
that idiot Foxhall of doing fancy stunts with his old man's gas cart."

Mechanically he unfolded the paper. There was writing upon it, and
Phil was suddenly chained in his tracks as his senses took in the
meaning of those several short sentences, each of which was written on
a separate line:

"Bat held in right hand means hit and run.

"In left hand, try the steal.

"In both hands, perpendicular, play safe.

"In both hands, horizontal, will sacrifice.

"In right hand, handle down, squeeze play."

This was as far as Phil read, but the list covered the entire page,
being condensed, with the lines very close together, at the bottom,
evidently in order to get everything on that side of the sheet.
Springer's eyes threatened to pop out of his head and his under jaw
sagged.

"Great snakes!" he gasped. "These are our playing signals!"

For a short time he stood there dazed, unconscious of the excitement
near at hand, deaf to the cheering of the crowd. He had thought at
first that the paper, like the notebook, must be the property of one of
those boys who had occupied the automobile, but, with the discovery of
what was written on that paper, he slowly arrived at the conclusion
that his original conviction was erroneous. The writing looked
familiar, too, although at that time he could not seem to recall the
person whose chirography it resembled.

"The notebook," he finally decided; "that may tell who it belongs to,
for doubtless the same chap dropped both."

On the fly leaf of the notebook he found the name of Dade Newbert. He
had refolded the paper, and was still staring at the name written in
the notebook when Newbert himself, greatly excited, rushed toward him,
crying:

"I say, that's mine! Dropped it out of my coat pocket when I pulled
the coat off. Give it to me."

He was still carrying his coat in his hand.

"Then you're Nun-Newbert, are you?" questioned Springer, who until this
day had never set eyes on the chap.

"Yes, yes. Gimme that! The paper, too. Have you----"

"Just picked them up," said Springer coolly, as he surrendered the
folded paper. "Lul-looked in the book to see who it belonged to,
that's all."

Newbert seemed to take a breath of relief. "I didn't know but you had
been---- Oh, fudge! I dropped them only a minute ago. Say, we've
kicked up a rumpus around here, haven't we? That fellow who pulled
Rack out