“I’m sorry for you, Trueman,” he said; “but we’ll pound that jay all over the field.”
“I expect you will,” nodded Trueman gloomily; “but I can’t help it. You do not object to him, do you?”
“Not a bit.”
“Then he goes in.”
The excited crowd had been wondering what was going to happen, and few of the spectators understood when they saw the countryman fling off his coat and vest.
However, when the farmerish youth walked out to the pitcher’s box a great shout of derision went up.
“Look at that!”
“What is it?”
“Where did it come from?”
“Rube! Rube!”