“Your side had a lot of luck that time,” declared Bessie, who was still confident; “but you can’t always make runs by luck.”
“What do you call luck?” asked Zona.
“Why, wasn’t it luck when that big fat boy hit the ball?”
“I guess not! He’s a good batter!”
“He looks it!” tittered Bessie.
“He is, isn’t he, Doris?”
“What did you say?” asked Doris.
“My goodness! You haven’t opened your lips since the game began! And you don’t even seem to know we’re here! What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing,” answered the girl questioned. But both her companions could see that there was something the matter.
In the third inning Dick led off with a clean hit. Black sacrificed him to second. Bradley tried hard to line the ball out, but finally fanned.