They all laughed at the Indian's manner of describing Bart's skill at catching.
"Consarned if it ain't a sight fer sore eyes to see ye, Mr. Crowfoot!" said Ephraim Gallup, as he froze to the redskin's hand and shook it warmly. "Yeou was the best mascot a baseball-team ever hed."
"How! how!" said the old fellow. "Nose Talk him[Pg 246] stand way out far, ketch ball when it come there. How! how!"
"Nose Talk!" laughed Frank. "Well, that's one on you, Gallup!"
Jack Ready was smiling blandly. He gave his hand a little flirt in salute, and stepped forward with an odd movement.
"Gaze on my classic features, Joseph Crowfoot, Esquire," he invited. "See if you can recollect what I did in the game."
"Sure remember," nodded Crowfoot. "Talk-talk a heap, no do much else."
Then the joke was on Jack, and even Bart Hodge was forced to smile, while Gallup gave Ready a resounding smack on the shoulder with his open hand.
"Bless my punkins!" snickered the Vermonter. "That's a thunderin' good one on you, Jack!"
Ready looked sad.