“Think again.”
“Well, he is not the man we want for center field.”
“Are you managing the nine?”
“No, but——”
“Then you’d better dry up and let other people run it.”
“Ye gods!” gasped Ready. “I fail to understand you. Anyhow, you cheated me out of my just dues. I was to see that scrap. I suppose you licked him?”
Hodge did not answer.
“I say I suppose you thrashed the cad?” repeated Jack.
Still Bart was silent.
“But,” Ready continued, “I didn’t think you’d shut yourself up and go into mourning over it. Was it a hard job?”