Even Pudge MacComber giggled at the next one, it was so wild. Midkiff turned to glare at the group.
"Look out, Horrors!" Kirby said to Pence. "He's going to bean you."
"If he did," said Red Phillips, "old Kid Horrors would certainly have something in his bean beside atmospheric pressure. He'd have a dent in it."
"Never mind the remarks from the side lines, Jawn," Rex found it necessary to say. "Keep your mind on that spherical object in your lily white hand. Let's do something with it. Now——"
He signaled again, and squatted to get the drop he had called for. Midkiff, steadied as he usually was by the captain's voice, sent in one that fairly grooved the pan.
"Bravo!" acclaimed Pence. "Quite pretty. But no speed."
Kingdon would not let his roommate use all his speed. Midkiff had not been using his arm much for a fortnight, and there was a reason for petting it a little. After a few more passes, Harry Kirby said impatiently:
"You fellers make me ill. Stop throwing kisses at each other, and let a real man pitch."
"I'd like to catch for a real swift ball tosser," Rex said meekly.
"Believe me, you'd think you were doing it if you tried to hold Horrors."