“Not that sort,” said the manager. “But you seem to have a swelled head. You think you can’t be beaten. The truth is that you had a big streak of luck to-day.”
“Do you count it luck?”
“I certainly do! Why, you struck out men the best pitchers in this league cannot make fan.”
“They’d get used to that if they had to bat against him right along,” said Jack Ready airily.
“They’d hammer him all over the lot in another game!” exclaimed the manager.
“Oh, for another game!” sighed Jack.
“You shall have it if you dare play!” exclaimed the manager. “We have an open date to-morrow, and we’ll play you right here at three in the afternoon. Do you dare accept?”
“I shall accept with great pleasure,” bowed Frank, smiling.
“And we’ll trim you scientifically,” added Ready.