Fernald whistled.
“By Jove! that was a great game. What are you going to do to-morrow?”
Brad grinned.
“We’re going to do our level best to make you hump yourself, Mr. Fernald,” he replied. “We’ll have my pard in the box to-morrow, and you know what that means.”
“Then Merriwell didn’t pitch to-day?”
“No.”
“I’d like to have a little talk with you, Buckhart,” said the Rockford manager, taking Brad by the arm. “Let’s sit down over here.”
The Texan wondered why Fernald should wish to talk with him, but walked over to some chairs in a corner of the office, where they sat down quite by themselves.
“You’re a pretty good friend to Merriwell, aren’t you?” asked Fernald.
“Sure thing,” nodded Brad.