“Not a bit. Ye see what was done to the Benson fellows, didn’t ye? That tells th’ whole story.”
“It might be a different story if we had been playing a professional team like New York or Chicago.”
“Prob’ly they’d got a run or two,” admitted Silas, “but they couldn’t ’a’ batted Dan. Nobody could.”
“He certainly did well,” said Walter warmly as he turned once more to his friend. “Dan,” he added abruptly, “come over to the house this evening, won’t you?”
“Why?”
“My father will be there. He’s coming up this afternoon and I want you to meet him.”
“That’s good of you, but probably he won’t be overanxious to see me. Why should he?”
“After you struck out fifteen men this afternoon? Why, it’s like meeting the President or the King of England!” exclaimed Walter enthusiastically.
“Is that all?” laughed Dan.