stomach," replied Greg promptly.

"You'll play shortstop today, then."

Half an hour later, the Lehigh fellows were out on the field,
going through some practice plays. Below the center of the grandstand,
the West Point band was playing its most spirited music. The
seats reserved for officers and their families, and for invited
guests, were filling up rapidly. At the smaller stand, over at
the east side of the field, Lehigh had some two hundred friends
and rooters.

Now on to the field marched the corps of cadets, filing into the
seats reserved for them, just north of the officers' seats.

Now, the band began to play the U.S.M.A. songs, the cadets joining
in under the leadership of the cheer-master.

Then, amid a storm of West Point yells, the Army nine strode on
to the field. Things moved quickly now. Lehigh won the toss and
went to bat.

Kennedy appeared to be in excellent form. He struck out the first
two Lehigh men at bat. The third man, however, gained first on
called balls. The fourth man at bat drove a two-bagger, and now
second and third were occupied. As the fifth of the Lehigh batsmen
stepped up to the plate, the Lehigh cheers resounded, and West
Point's rooters sat in tense silence. What was the matter with
Kennedy? But the Army pitcher struck out his man, and Lehigh
went out to grass without having scored. Lehigh's revenge, though,
was swift. Three West Point men were struck out almost as rapidly
as they could move to the plate.

In the second inning both sides got men to bases, but neither
side scored. In the third Lehigh took one solitary run, but it
looked well on the score-board at the north end of the field.
West Point, in the last half of the third, put men on first and
second, but that was all.

By the fourth inning, Kennedy was pitching a bit wildly. Maitland
gazed at his comrade of the battery with anxious eyes. Lehigh
began to grin with the ease of the thing now. One after another
men walked to bases on called balls, until all of the bags were
occupied.

Suddenly Kennedy, after taking a twist on the ball, signaled Maitland.
The captain turned the umpire and spoke.

"Kennedy's old trick! He's gone stale and Tatham is down at hospital,"
passed from mouth to mouth among the home rooters. "Now, what's
left for us?"

After a brief conversation with the umpire Maitland signaled.
Dick Prescott came bounding in from second, to receive the ball
from Kennedy, while Ebbett