“Say, Jack,” remarked Tom, “I didn’t know you could do as well as that.”
“I didn’t, either,” replied Jack. “It was easy after I got my wind. But I was a bit frightened at first.”
“I’d like to be on the stage,” observed Tom, with something of a sigh. “But I can’t do anything except catch balls. I don’t s’pose that would take; would it?”
“It might,” replied Jack good-naturedly.
“Well, come on, let’s get some sodas,” proposed Tom. “It was hot in there. I’ll stand treat.”
“Seems to me you’re always standing treat,” spoke Jack, quickly. “I guess it’s my turn, fellows.”
“Jack’s spending some of his prize money,” remarked Charlie Andrews.
“It’s the first I have had to spend in quite a while,” was his answer. “Old Klopper holds me down as close as if he was a miser. I’ll be glad when my dad comes back.”
“Where is he now?” asked Tom.
“Somewhere in China. We can’t find out exactly. I’m getting a bit worried.”