The boy said nothing, but there was determination in his manner as he walked onto the diamond. For the time he forgot his home far away under the shadow of the eternal Rockies, he forgot Felicia and her calling voice, and he thought of nothing save the game in which he was taking part.
“They will bat him out of the box this inning,” said the man with the dog.
“They will not!” murmured Inza firmly.
“I hope not!” whispered Elsie. “He is handsome! Don’t you think he is, Inza?”
“Yes; but not as handsome as Frank.”
“He is much younger.”
“He never can be as handsome as Frank!” exclaimed the loyal Inza.
“Somehow he reminds me of Bart,” said Elsie. “He is dark, and there is something like Bart in his manner.”
“I have noticed it.”
Dick warmed up by throwing a few to Browning on first.