“Where’d that short stop learn to play ball?”
“Frank, you’ve got to do something!” cried Bart to his chum when Kenwell was finally put out.
“What can I do? The team’s playing rotten.”
“I know. But put in some fellows who can play. There’s Hopkins, Slade and Baker. You know they can play. They may pull us out of the hole and we might win with Ned’s pitching. Put ’em in!”
“No!”
From the crowd of rooters came the demands.
“What’s the matter with Jerry Hopkins?”
“Can’t Ned Slade curve ’em over?”
The crowd was becoming unruly. Several shouted unpleasant names at Frank.
“You’re a peach of a captain!”