“Quit your growling. You have a snap, and you know it. Can’t you shake that grouch you’ve had for the last ten days?”
“Who do we play with, anyhow?”
“A team of college men.”
“What? Well, that will be a ripping old game! Them college kids can’t play baseball. They don’t know what it is.”
“Perhaps you’ll change your mind after to-morrow,” smiled Dick.
The fellow gave him a contemptuous stare.
“Oh, I reckon you’re one of the college guys.”
“You’re right.”
“He’s the manager of the team,” explained Harrison.
“He looks it. Somebody picked him too soon. He isn’t half ripe yet.”