“Who told you so?”
“I don’t know. Anyhow, I thought so.”
“Well, we have played a game without you and lost it. The Stars, of this city, trimmed us yesterday.”
“Oh!” cried Dick, in amazement. “How could they do it?”
“They did it very handsomely.”
“I don’t believe it was square! I don’t believe they could beat you!”
“They did, Dick.”
“And you pitched?”
“With that.”
Frank held up his wrist, about which there was a bandage.