“If you had been here, Dick,” he said, “they could not have won the game.”
This was praise, indeed, and the heart of the boy glowed. It was fine to know that Frank had so much confidence in him.
“I am here now,” he said.
“And we play them again to-morrow.”
“Good! good! We’ll win! You really want me to play, Frank?”
“I want you to play, and I want Old Joe on the bench. The combination will give us good luck.”
“Old Joe him go to see Dick play. Him great little boy at um baseball.”
“Then it is all up with the Omaha Stars,” laughed Frank. “We’ll beat them for sure.”
There was a burst of coarse, sarcastic laughter near at hand, and Frank turned quickly, to see Hazen and Derring there. He looked at the men intently, and they returned his stare in a most insolent manner.