William Heyliger

Don Strong, Patrol Leader William Heyliger

Publisher Marketing: A baseball rose gracefully in the air, carried on a way, and dropped. Three scouts back from a hike halted under the maple tree that bordered the village field, and unslung their haversacks. "Gee!" cried Fred Ritter. "Did you see Ted Carter make that catch?" "And did you see Tim Lally get that one?" demanded Wally Woods. Andy Ford grinned. "Ted's the boy to keep them working. Chester will have a real town team this year." "You bet." Ritter unscrewed the top of his canteen. "Anyway, Ted and Tim are about the whole team." "Hold on there," Andy protested. "Where do you leave Don Strong?" "It's Tim's catching that makes him a pitcher," Ritter answered seriously. "Who says so?" "Why, Tim says so." "O-h!" Andy began to laugh. "And you swallowed that?" "Sure," said Ritter. "A catcher ought to know just how good a pitcher he is. Tim says-" But what Tim said was not told just then. A small, wiry boy steered his bicycle up on the sidewalk and pedaled toward the tree. "Hey, fellows!" he shouted. "Did you hear the latest? Mr. Wall is going to give a cup to the best patrol and Phil Morris is moving to Chicago." The three scouts surrounded the bicycle. "Who told you about the cup?" Andy Ford demanded.