“We dare do all that may become our school,” paraphrased Frank. “Why not?” He did not play on the regular nine.
“They’re out of our class,” said Lem. “Haven’t lost a game this year, and they’re way ahead of us. Have better grounds and more time to practice.”
“Well, we don’t want to show the white feather,” said Fenn. “Maybe we’ll have a chance.”
“We sure will if Lem pitches as he did in the game two weeks ago,” spoke Bart. “That certainly won the game for us if anything did.”
“Your catching had a lot to do with it,” put in Lem, “and so did Ned’s fielding.”
“To say nothing of Stumpy’s work at short,” added Bart. “I say let’s give ’em a game. They can’t any more than wallop us!”
“Hurrah!” yelled the crowd of boys. “Three cheers for Bart!”
“Cut it out!” said Bart. “Think I’m a political candidate? We’ll go in with the idea of winning!”