"Nice day for game," he greeted Candy.
Speechless with surprise, the girl made a dazed questioning gesture toward the improvements.
"Billbrad do it," the Quxa informed her. "He tell us how. Work one by one, he say, work all time to fill belly, maybe fill horal belly instead. Work all by all, do more quick. Have time in afternoon. Batter up! Sock it, boy! Wing it home, he sliding!"
The sun's shadow touched a peg.
"Five minute!" bawled the Quxa.
The laborers quit work, put away their tools. The farmers herded their thrags into a strongly constructed corral. The natives gathered in knots at the settlement edge and looked longingly at the baseball fields.
"Yestday I fool Billbrad," confided the Quxa. "I hide ball, catch him off second. Billbrad get all red face and say—"
"Never mind what Bill said," Candy interjected hastily.
The shadow touched another peg.