“We don’t seem to have a hitting streak, or this pitcher bothers us.”
“Anybody ought to hit him.”
“Still,” said Frank, “I fancy he is pretty good.”
Of a sudden, Ready uttered an exclamation.
“I know what ails us!” he palpitated.
“What is it?”
“Our mascot isn’t here!”
“Old Joe?”
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”