“I suppose so, and he’s a corking good pitcher too. But Bobby beat him the last time he faced him and I guess he can do it again.”
“Trust Bobby,” replied Fred loyally.
“Well, I’ll have to go now,” concluded Frank. “I’m glad you boys think the league is going to be a good thing.”
“The best thing that ever happened,” declared Sparrow.
“I’m tickled to death with it,” agreed Fred.
“Hits me awful hard,” said Bobby.
“Monatook Lake League sounds mighty good to me,” added Skeets.
“There’s a lot of work to be done yet in getting it fairly started,” observed Frank. “We’ll have to work out a schedule of dates and decide on the kind of pennant we’re going to have and a bunch of things like that. But we’ll have plenty of time for that, and everything will be running slick as grease by the time the season begins. And remember what I said, Fred, about cutting out all hard feelings,” he concluded.
“I’ll do it all right,” answered Fred. “I don’t like the fellow and I never will, but I’ll forget all about that when it comes to working for the good of the team.”
“That’s the way I like to hear you talk,” returned Frank with a smile, as he went away.