"He must come. But you'll hold yourself ready, anyway, won't you?"
"I'd hate to go in without Greg," replied Dick. "He and I generally
work together in anything we attempt."
"That was just the kick Holmesy made when you---when things were
different," corrected the captain of the Army nine hastily.
"Well, you see, 'Durry,' we were always chums back in the good old
High School days. We always played together, then, in any game,
and either of us would feel lonesome now without the other."
"Oh, of course," nodded Durville. "Well, I'll see Holmesy and
try to round him up, if you say so."
"I think I can get him to come around," smiled Dick. "But you
may be tremendously disappointed in both of us."
"Can you play ball as well as Holmesy?"
"Perhaps; nearly, I guess."
"Then we surely do need you both, for we've seen Holmesy toy with
the ball, and we know where he'd rate. Do you think you play
baseball at the same gait that you do football, old ramrod?"
"I think it's possible that I do," Dick half admitted slowly.
"Always modest, aren't you?" laughed "Durry" good humoredly.
"Somehow, Prescott, it seems almost impossible to think of you
heading a charge, or graduating number one in your class. You'd
be too much afraid that someone else wanted either honor."
Prescott laughed good humoredly. Then, dropping his voice, he
went on very gravely:
"Durry, you've behaved very nicely to me in more ways than one,
after that time when I necessarily reported you.
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