“Same team you played last summer?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see; the score last year was thirty-seven to nineteen, wasn’t it?” laughed Walter.
“Yes.”
“What’ll it be this year?”
“I’m no prophet.”
“Seventy-four to thirty-eight?”
Dan smiled good-naturedly as he replied: “We’ll have an umpire this year that can tell the difference between a foul ball and a bunt. There’s a fellow staying at the Wright place that knows baseball like a book.”
“Who is he?”