“Oh, I ain’t begun to speed ’em,” declared the stranger.
“Then, for the love of goodness, don’t! Those hot ones burned right through the mitt.”
“My arm ain’t feelin’ jest right to-day,” said the stranger. “It’s ruther stiff. Sometimes when it’s all right I do have purty fair speed.”
“More than to-day?”
“Ruther more.”
“Well, can you find anybody to hold you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“You’re lucky.”
“It’s all in gittin’ used to a thing. When I’m all right I ain’t very wild, an’ that makes it better for a ketcher.”