other. Barloe had caught in some games the year before and done fairly well.
It must be confessed that both Dave and Roger were considerably disheartened by the result of the game, and each blamed himself for errors made. Gus Plum also bewailed the fact that he had missed a foul fly that came down just out of his reach.
It was raining so hard the boys had to wait in the dressing rooms and on the grand stand for the downpour to let up before starting for Oak Hall. Here the game was discussed in every particular, and each player came in for commingled praise and blame.
"Well, if you Want my opinion I'll give it," said Dave, frankly. "I do not say that I didn't make any errors myself, for I did. But I think our nine needs team-work—we don't play well enough together."
"That is true," answered Plum. "I go in for constant practice between now and the time for the next game."
During the wait Phil slipped away from the other players and sought out Mary Feversham. The girl smiled sadly at his approach.
"I shouldn't have minded the rain at all if you had won," she said. "But to have you lose and have the rain also is dreadful!"
"Well, we still have a chance to win the series,"
