This was the third time he had picked Russians in preference to the rest of us, who are Serbian, Austrian, and American.
The next day I went on the floor, and tackled Pete.
"How about a chance on the floor?" I said, standing in front of him to keep him from lurching away.
"Y' get chance 'nuff, don' worry."
"If I can't get a crack at learning this game in Bouton, I'll go somewhere I can," I said, boiling up a little.
Dick Reber, the Pennsylvania-Dutch melter, came up.
"I want a chance on the floor," I said.
"All right, boy, go on Number 7 to-day."
I made all speed to Number 7. "Is he doing that," I thought, as I picked up my shovel, "because I'm an American?"