“Are they?”
“You’re right they be. I’ve seen Dan knock a ball ’most forty rod.”
“I hope he’ll do it this afternoon.”
“He will if he gets half a chance. I guess maybe you’ve played ball before, from th’ looks o’ those clothes ye’re wearin’.”
“Yes. I am on the school nine.”
“Ye don’t say! Well, do your prettiest! We don’t want them Benson chaps to go home crowin’ over us.”
“We’ll try not to let them do that.”
“Hi! Look at that, will ye!” shouted the harness-maker as he slapped his hands on his fat thighs and pointed to a ball which Dan, who was batting flies for his fielders, had sent far over the heads of the scattered field. “I’ve wondered a heap o’ times why the New Yorks didn’t send up here for Dan. I guess he could give ’em all some points on the game!”
“Have you ever seen the New Yorks play?”