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boob. Let the things go by if they don't suit you. You don't _have_ to
hit them."

Once more the ball spun through the air. A smart crack followed and up
into the blue leaped the ball, defying the pursuit of catcher or
baseman.

"Beat it into home plate, George!" coached the captain excitedly.
"Move along, you fellows! It's a run for Stubbie! Slide in, Stubbie!
Pick up your heels and sprint! Go it! Go it! Keep out of the way, you
chaps. Hurray! Bully for you, kid! A beauty! _Harvard! Harvard!
Harvard!_ Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah, _Harvard_!" The
familiar cheer echoed loud above the shouting.

"That lays them out! They're dead men!" cried Richardson
triumphantly. "Where did you learn to play ball, young one?"

"It's no fair borrowing a professional," the Yale leader objected,
trying to make a joke of his defeat.

"Jove, but that was a pretty hit!" Dick said quietly to Walter. "A
peach!"

"You're all right son!" affirmed the Harvard catcher. "Any time you
are out of a job I'll recommend you to the Braves."

A general laugh went up.

Altogether the morning was a glorious day of comradeship, nor did it
lessen His Highness's happiness when he returned to his quarters to
see disembarking from Mr. Crowninshield's motor car the familiar form
of Bob.

"I brought your brother back from Seaver Bay with me," explained the
financier. "It took him so long to make up his mind whether he'd come
here or not that I went over there to-day to find out whether he was
dead or alive."

Mr. Crowninshield was plainly enjoying Walter's amazement.

"And you've come to stay?" His Highness, all delight and confusion,
contrived to stammer.

"So they tell me," Bob laughed.

He was a tall, handsome fellow with a grave mouth and thoughtful brown
eyes; and when he spoke it was in a voice low and pleasing to the ear.

"Oh, Bob and I have lots of secrets we haven't let you into, little
chap," affirmed the master of Surfside gaily.

"I never was so surprised!" gasped Walter.

"We meant you should be. Your brother settled everything up over the
telephone a day or two ago."

"But, Bob, I don't see how you managed to get away from Seaver Bay so
soon. You said it would probably be weeks before they could act on
your resignation, even should you send it in, and afterward they would
have to find some one to take your place."

"Luck came my way," Bob replied. "The government was closing the Bell
Reef station and they s