“Where’s your ball, Fat?” you asked incautiously.
“In my pocket,” admitted Fat—a bulging fact that he could not well deny.
PETE JONES
“What is it? Le’ ’s see, Fat,” demanded Captain Spunk.
“It’s a regular dollar league,” you informed glibly; and Fat, with mingled pride and reluctance, extracted it from the pocket of his knickerbockers,—peeled it, so to speak, into the open,—and handed it out for inspection.
“Gee!” commented Spunk, thumbing it, and chucking it up and catching it. “It’s a dandy! Come on, kids; here’s a ball!”
“But if you use my ball, you’ve got to give us our outs,” bargained Fat, dismayed.
HOD O’SHEA