“I have good reasons,” he grimly retorted. “I have heard a few things lately. He needn’t take me for a chump.”
“I am sure he doesn’t, Hal.”
“And I fail to see why you should be so greatly interested in him. If you knew everything——”
Darrell checked himself, as if fearing he would say too much.
“If I knew everything!” palpitated Doris. “Why, I know that it is Fardale against Fairport, and you are a Fardale boy! Isn’t Dick in condition to pitch to-day?”
“I don’t know about that.”
“You know he has not been in the best condition lately. Oh, Hal, why didn’t you stick to baseball? You might be in the game, and you were a good pitcher.”
“If I had stuck to it I’d not pitch this game,” he declared.
Believing Hal constantly loyal to Fardale, these words from him continued to puzzle Doris.
“Why, I am sure you would do anything to win for your own team.”