“What’s the matter?” asked the captain, running over to where he saw a struggle.
“Oh, Sandy Merton tried to play a trick on Lem,” explained Ned. “He’s always up to some foolishness.”
“I was only showing a new wrestling hold,” said Sandy. “My foot slipped and I fell on him.”
“Are you hurt, Lem?” asked the captain.
“Wrist sprained, I guess,” and he extended his hand which was beginning to swell.
“That settles your pitching,” remarked Bart. “Pity you aren’t left handed. Well, it’s a good thing we provided for an emergency. Sandy, you ought to have better sense,” and he spoke sternly.
“Oh, if you’re going to act that way about it I’ll not play,” and Sandy started away.
“Suit yourself,” said Bart calmly. “Frank, you take third in Sandy’s place.”
“Who’ll pitch?” asked Ned.
“I’ll decide when the inning’s over,” replied Bart, as he went back to the bat.