“Faunce, go into the dressing room and get out of that suit. Browning will put it on if he can get into it.”
“What?” cried Faunce, harshly. “What do you mean?”
“I do not propose to put a man up against Finch who feels sure he can’t hit the fellow. It’s a waste of time.”
“You are going to lay me off?” growled Faunce.
“Yes,” said Frank, and turned away.
Cursing under his breath, Faunce started toward the dressing room. Frank motioned for Browning to follow, and Bruce obeyed.
It happened that Faunce was a big fellow, and the suits were loose, so that there was a chance for Browning to get into the one worn by the angry right fielder.
The game went on.
Bink Stubbs came to the bat and fanned out easily. Then Walling came up and popped an easy fly into the air, so Finch gathered it in and got an out to his credit.
Wintz was the next batter. He did not try to slaughter the ball, but he got up against it fairly, and sent it out toward short. Beverage should have picked it up, but he made a fumble, and Wintz succeeded in reaching first ahead of the ball.