“Well, he’s got another think coming to him.”
“This is exactly what we are looking for, Hodge. We have pulled ourselves together to play ball, and we——”
“We haven’t had any practise.”
“Morley gives us enough time for that. We can play him any time within ten days.”
“Besides, we are two men short, and I don’t see how we are going to fill out the nine. Stubbs can’t come, and Mason’s mother died at just the time to prevent him from joining us, and here we are. It’s out that you have a ball-team, and this duffer flings us a challenge.”
Bart’s warm blood had been stirred by the offensive challenge in the Denver paper, and he was not in a pleasant mood.
“If we had found Swiftwing——” Merry began.
“But we didn’t,” Hodge cut in.
“I’d give a little to know where he has gone.”
“Old Joe said he would find him. And that’s the last we have heard of Old Joe. I don’t believe we’ll ever see anything of that old vagrant again.”