"Of course not," retorted Dave Farrington, with some warmth, "but you know very well we should have lost it, if it had not been for him. If he saved us from defeat, why not be fair and give him credit for it? I am sure he would do as much for you if the case were reversed."
"I didn't say anything against him."
"No; but you don't appear to say anything for him."
"Why should I?"
"Well, I can say frankly that his playing was equal to that of some professionals that I have seen. The factory boys couldn't get the hang of his pitching, and the best batters fouled nearly every ball."
"Don't you want some credit for catching?" asked Tom, with a view to turning the conversation from Fred.
"Yes, but——" Here the conversation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Matthew De Vere, a rather foppishly dressed boy, who showed very clearly by his manner that he considered himself the "swell young man" of the town.
"Oh, boys, I have a bit of good news for you," he cried. "Guess what it is."
"Anything startling?" asked Tom.
"No; but it is something you and Dave will both like."