“Does this end it, Merry?” asked Rattleton. “Can’t we get another game with these fellows?”
“Do you want to play them again?”
“Do I? Ask me!”
“How about the others?”
Every man was on his feet, clamoring for another game.
“We’ll beat them or die trying!” cried Ready. “Do get another game with them, Frank!”
“Do!” echoed all the others.
“But make it far enough off so you can pitch yourself,” said Starbright.
“Oh, I know I didn’t make good, Dick!” snapped Morgan. “No need to rub it in!”
“But you did make good until you pitched your arm off,” said the big, blond chap quickly. “I didn’t mean to cast any stones your way.”