“Well, they mightn’t have done so much if you hadn’t muffed that long fly,” snapped Frank, for Bart had done that.
“The sun——” he began.
“Same old excuse,” sneered the captain. “You’d better get a pair of green goggles.”
“I didn’t think you were going to tell me to try for that steal,” observed the lad who had been caught at second.
“You should have had your wits about you!” complained Frank, though really it was his fault that the misplay had been made.
“We’ve got to do a whole lot better if we want the championship,” said Jake Porter.
“Guess you’d better get another pitcher,” remarked Jim. “I couldn’t seem to get ’em over to-day.”
“Well, I’ve seen you do better,” admitted Frank, with less bitterness in his voice than he had used toward the others. “But you sure have got to perk up, and so have the rest of us. We want the next two games, and we’ve got to get ’em!”
“So say we all of us!” chanted Bart. “Say, Frank, why don’t you give Jerry, Ned or Bob a show in the next game?” he asked. “They have been doing some swell playing against the other scrub nines, and you know what a tussle they gave us.”