“Heads it is,” said Hazard. “Your choice.”
“We’ll take our outs.”
“Good! We’ll fall on you in the first inning hard enough to give you some worriment.”
Dick was throwing to Hodge, and Merry passed him on his way to speak to Mulloy and Morgan.
“Frankie, it’s a soight fer sore oies to see yez!” exclaimed Barney, who had grown stocky and muscular. “Oi’m glad to grasp yer fin again, me bhoy.”
Merry shook hands with Barney.
“I am glad to see you,” he declared. “How did you fellows patch up this piece of business?”
The Irish youth grinned and winked.
“It’s watchin’ yez we’ve been,” he confessed; “an’ we loaded a gun fur yez whin ye got this way. Oi hate t’ do it, Frankie, but we’ll have t’ beat yez this day.”