And so on. The young men named made quick time to the plate.
"You"re up, Darrin. Run! Two bases only. Halt at second! Ripley, run! Reade, run! Not on your flat feet, Ripley. Up on your toes, man! Reade, more steam!"
Then others were given the starting word. Coach did not run more men at a time than he could readily watch.
"Prescott, throw your feet up behind better. You"ve been jogging, but that isn"t the gait. Holmes, straighten back more---don"t cramp your chest!"
So the criticisms rang out. Luce was an authority on short sprinting.
He had made good in that line in his own college days.
"Jennison, you"re not running with your arms! Forget "em!"
Jennison promptly let his arms hang motionless at his sides.
"Come in, Jennison!" called coach.
Jennison came in.
"You mustn"t work your arms like fly-wheels, nor like piston rods, either," explained Mr. Luce. "Keep your elbows in fairly close to your sides; fists loosely closed and forward, a little higher than your elbows. Now, all runners come in."
Gathering the squad about him, and demanding close attention, Mr. Luce showed the pose of the body at the instant of starting.
"Now, I"m going to run to first and second," continued the coach.
"I want every man of you to watch closely and catch the idea.
You note how I hold my body---sloping slightly forward, yet with every effort to avoid cramping the chest. Observe how I run on the forward part of the ball of the foot---not exactly on the toes, but close to it. See just how it is that I throw my feet up behind me. And be very particular to note that I keep my hands and arms in just this position all the way. Now, then, when you strike at a ball, and expect to hit it, have your lungs inflated ready for the first bound of the spurt. Now---watching, all of you?"
After an instant Mr. Luce shouted, "Strike!" and was off like a flash. Many of the boys present had never seen coach really sprint before. As they watched during the amazingly few seconds a yell of delight went up from them. This was sprinting!
"Did you all find time to observe?" smiled coach, as he came loping in from second base.
"We all watched you," laughed d.i.c.k. "But the time was short."
"You see the true principle of the sprint?"
"Yes; but it would take any of us years to get the sprint down that fine," protested Darrin.
"Don"t be too sure of that," retorted coach. "Some of you will have doubled the style and steam of your sprint by the time you"re running in the first game. Now, don"t forget a word of what I"ve said about the importance of true sprinting. I"ve seen many a nine whose members had a fine battery, and all the fielders good men; yet, when they went to the bat and hit the leather, their sprinting was so poor that they lost game after game. From now on, the sprint"s the thing! Yet don"t overdo it by doing it all the time. Take plenty of rest and deep breathing between sprints.
Usually, a two-bag sprint is all you need. Now, some more of you get out and try it."
Rapidly coach called off the names of those he wanted to try out.
Some of these young men did better than the starters, for they had learned from the criticisms, and from the showing of Luce"s standard form.
Presently the young men were standing about in various parts of the field, for none came in until called.
"Ripley," said Mr. Luce, turning to that young man, "you have the build and the lines of a good sprinter."
"Thank you, sir," nodded Fred.
"And yet your performance falls off. Your lung capacity ought to be all right from your appearance. What is the trouble? Honestly, have you been smoking any cigarettes?"
"Not one," Fred declared promptly.
Mr. Luce lifted the boy"s right hand, scanning it.
"If I were going to make such a denial," remarked coach coolly, "I"d be sure to have a piece of pumice stone, and I"d use it often to take away those yellowish stains."
The light-brownish stains were faint on Fred"s first and second fingers. Yet, under careful scrutiny, they could be made out.
Ripley colored uncomfortably, jerking his hand away.
"Better cut out the paper pests," advised coach quietly.
"Only one, once in a while," murmured the boy. "I won"t have even that many after this."
"I should hope not," replied Mr. Luce. "You"re under training pledge, you know."
All Fred meant by his promise was that he would use pumice stone painstakingly on his finger tips hereafter.
Within the next few days, d.i.c.k and Darrin made about the best showing as to sprinting form, though many of the others did remarkably well.
"Ripley isn"t cutting out the cigarettes," decided Mr. Luce, watching the running of the lawyer"s son. "He proves it by his lack of improvement. His respiration is all to the bad."
Mr. Luce was shrewd enough to know that, in Fred Ripley, he had a liar to deal with, and that neither repeated warnings nor renewed promises were worth much. So he held his peace.
In a few days more, all the members of the Athletics Committee who could attend went to the field. A practice match between the first and second teams had been ordered. Ripley consented to pitch for second, while d.i.c.k pitched for the school nine.
The latter nine won by a score of eleven to two, but that had been expected. It was for another purpose that the members of the Athletics Committee were present.
After the game, there was a brief conference between coach and the committee members.
"It is time, now, to announce the appointment of captain," called coach, when he had again gathered the squad. "Purcell, of the junior cla.s.s, will be captain of the nine. Prescott, of the soph.o.m.ore cla.s.s, will be second, or relief captain."
Then the announcements were made for the second nine.
And now the first game was close at hand. The opponent was to be Gardiner City High School. Gardiner possessed one of the strongest school nines in the state. Coach Luce would have preferred an easier opponent for the first regular game, but had to take the only match that he could get.
"However, young gentlemen," he announced to the squad on the field, "the Gridley idea is that all opponents look alike to us. Your city and your school will demand that you win---not merely that you try to win!"
"We"ll win---no other way to do!" came the hearty promise.
CHAPTER XV
A DASTARD"S WORK IN THE DARK
Thanks to the methods d.i.c.k & Co. had started the year before of raising funds for High School athletics through stirring appeal to the local pride of the wealthy residents of the city, the school nine had an abundant supply of money for all needs.