“Except that they won the ball game,” said Wallace.
“They deserved it,” added William. “They played a mighty fine game, and Ted has never pitched as well as last Saturday.”
“W-w-what a-about Ken?” demanded Bluff. “He p-p-pitched m-m-marv-v-velously.”
“You said it,” agreed Paul. “I’ve never seen Ken pitch better ball than last Saturday.”
Ken said, “If it wasn’t for the boys backing me up as well as they did, it would have been just too bad.”
“Well, why do you think we were out in the field?” asked Bobolink. “Just for ornamentation?”
“Let’s cut the discussion,” announced Paul. “I for one feel tired, and I imagine that all of us are just a bit winded. So let’s break it up, go home and meet tomorrow morning for swimming practice.”
“Agreed!” cried William.
Everybody else seemed to feel that way. As a matter of fact, for the past half hour or so, the boys had begun to squirm in their seats and showed signs of nervousness and anxiety. So it was quite a relief for all of them to rise from the table and go their way. Ostensibly, each one was going home.