“How are you pitching now?” asked Larry joyously.
“I have pitched but little since I left the ranch,” said Katsura. “Twice during the summer I pitched for our boys. I am stronger, and I think would be better with practice.”
“Well, we must practice then,” said Larry enthusiastically. “We must practice the old javelin throw. Can you still do it?”
“Yes,” said Katsura proudly. “I have tried it often. It is natural, the old motion of my fathers in throwing the spear, and it helps me add speed. How is the Shasta View team?”
“Fine,” cried Larry joyously. “We beat Pearton three times this summer, and we had three teams down from Portland and won two of the games from them.”
“Who is pitcher now?” inquired Katsura a little jealous of his successor.
“Watson. You didn’t know him. He came after you left us. He is about my age and he is faster than Benny Arnett was. But he never has learned to pitch a slow curve the way you could.”
“I have wanted to go back and pitch again.”
“We’ll have to try for the team here. If we both make it what an honor that will be for Shasta View! Are there any other boys here I know?”
“Only Harry Baldwin, from Rogue River ranch,” replied Katsura gravely. “To him I never speak. He has been here two years.”