“Yes,” Joe admitted. “But they are the men who put up the capital and take the chances. Suppose they had lost two hundred thousand dollars this year. We’d have had our salaries just the same.”
Just then Burkett and Curry came along and dropped into seats beside the pair.
“Hello, Red,” greeted Joe, at the same time nodding to Burkett. “How are your ribs feeling, after that bear hug you got this afternoon?”
Curry grinned.
“That’s all right,” he said. “But he never 139 touched me with the ball. And that umpire was a boob not to give me the run.”
“What were you fellows talking about so earnestly?” asked Burkett, with some curiosity.
“Oh, jug-handled things like baseball contracts,” responded Iredell.
“They’re the bunk all right,” declared Burkett, emphatically.
“Bunk is right,” said Curry.
“What’s the use of quarreling with your bread and butter?” asked Joe good-naturedly.