"If I get to ruminating on such things, I'll spring a leak and weep real tears," he muttered, as he rose to his feet.
From the distance, Guy Featherstone shouted:
"Yah! yah! You're not so much, Sparkfair! You're pie for a real batter!"
With this parting taunt, Feather took Booby Walker's arm and led him away, both disappearing into the bathhouse.
Tommy Chuckleson was the next hitter to face Dale. "Why can't I do something like that?" exclaimed Chuck. "If I could ever hit the ball hard enough, you'd see me making a record round the bases!"
"Just set a few mice after you and you'd make a record, all right," laughed Dale, in return.
Then he proceeded to strike Tommy out in short order.
Lawrence Graves, his face as expressionless as a doormat, came up and batted a weak one into the diamond, being thrown out with ease.
The sixth inning ended, with the score tied.
Hedge returned to the pitcher's slab.