“Oh, is that what you are driving at?”
“Yes. I am dead on to the grooked came—I mean the crooked game!”
Harry was so excited that he twisted himself badly.
“What is the crooked game?” asked Frank. “You are talking in enigmas.”
“It’s a plot!”
“What kind of a plot?”
“A plot to put you in disgrace.”
“How?”
“Everybody most seems to think the team we have now stands no show of winning the pennant.”
“Well?”