"Baseball?"
"Yes."
"I have heard that you pitch on the 'varsity nine."
"That is right."
The man assumed a more cautious air than ever, and lowered his voice still more.
"I allow that the man who pitches can throw a game, if he wants to?"
Frank's dislike for the stranger increased rapidly.
"He can throw a game if he is crooked and dirty enough to do such a mean thing!" came with spirit from the lad.
"That is putting it a heap rough," deprecatingly declared the man. "Every galoot is out for the dust. It is the way of the old world, as you will find before you have hoofed it much farther along the trail of life."
"Well, what are you driving at?"