“Your ideas are different from theirs. You think things are funny that they don’t. They don’t like your way of looking at things.”
“In other words I’m all wrong,” growled Dunn, in disgust, as he rose to go. “I couldn’t please ’em, anyway, and I shan’t try it, but I’m going to stop talking and cut out smoking and get right down to work.”
“For how long?” asked Roger, with a grin of incredulity.
“Right through the year,” returned Dunn, hotly. “You don’t believe me, but you wait and see!”
With this bold assertion on his lips, Dunn made for his room. The door was just closing behind him when Roger called out, “Oh, Jason!”
Dunn returned, closed the door and backed against it.
“Aren’t you going to play ball at all?”
“No; what’s the use? If I can’t play on the team, I might as well cut the whole thing out and study.”
“You can’t study all the time. You might come out just the same and play on the second and pitch for batting practice. It would show the right spirit, and the fellows would appreciate it. You know how they all felt about Sumner.”
“I won’t do it,” answered Dunn, stubbornly. “I’ve been cut off from the team, and now it’ll have to get along without me. Sumner always had a chance to get on the team again; I’m out of it for good.”