"That makes me tired! Of course you had time to size them up; but you couldn't have kept them without a hit if you hadn't been a dandy pitcher. Your modesty is simply sickening sometimes!"
Then Harry pranced up and down the room like am infuriated tiger, almost gnashing his teeth and foaming at the mouth.
"If I didn't think I could pitch some I wouldn't try it." said Frank, quietly. "But I am not fool enough to think I am the only one. There are others."
"Well, they are not freshmen, and I'll tell you that."
"I don't know about that."
"I do."
"All right. Have it as you like it."
"And you batted like a fiend. Twice at bat and two hits—a two-bagger and a three-bagger."
"A single and a three-bagger, if you please."
"Well, what's the matter with that? Whee jiz—mean jee whiz! Could anybody ask for anything more? You got the three-bagger just when it was needed most, and you would have saved the game if you had come to the bat in the last inning."