“I am going to pick the scrub to suit myself.”
“How will you make up the team?”
“You and I will make the battery, and I shall put Browning on first.”
“What?” shouted Bart, astonished. “You can’t mean it?”
“Why not?”
“Why, he is too lazy to draw his breath, to say nothing of playing ball.”
“That’s all right. He will play for me.”
“And he will be worse than a wooden man on first bag.”
“Not on your life! I know Browning. He is all right.”
“Can’t see how you can say that, Frank. His laziness is something awful. He won’t be able to stir out of his tracks to stop a hit or a wild throw.”