“Why, I didn’t think it possibly could be by mouth.”
Browning grunted. It was as near as he could come to laughing without exerting himself.
The boys took off their coats and prepared to enjoy life. All fell to smoking, with the exception of Frank.
“Going to pitch on the nine this spring, Merry?” asked Bart.
“I may,” answered Frank. “I was practicing yesterday, and I threw the ball a mile.”
“What’s that? Threw a baseball a mile? Oh, come off!”
“You see, I threw it at a mark.”
“Well?”
“I missed the mark.”
“What of that?”