"Ride be all means, me lad," said Mr. Dugan. "Sure an' 'twill save shoe leather if nothin' more."
"Thank you, Mr. Dugan."
"It's me son Teddy was tellin' me ye are gittin' up a baseball club," went on Andy Dugan, as he whipped up his horse.
"Yes."
"Sure an' ye be great boys. First it was the Gun Club an' now it's a Baseball Club. Well, if ye have as good luck wid ball playin' as ye had wid huntin' sure an' it will be foin."
"Did you ever play ball, Mr. Dugan?"
"Jest wanct, lad, jest wanct. It was in the old toimes when they hit a feller to put him out. I was runnin' fer me loif from base to base whin the ball took me in the schmall av the back an' bowled me over loike a noine pin. That give me enough av the game, an' I ain't played since."
"They don't hit the players with the ball any more."
"I know that same, Harry, but I'm too old for the game anyway. It's Teddy might make a good player. If ye want an extry hand better give him a trial."
"I'll remember that, Mr. Dugan."