“Want to hit the ball?” asked Joe, piecing out his question by going through the motions of swinging a bat that he picked up.
The wrestler “caught on” at once, and the smile on his face broadened into a grin as he nodded his head understandingly.
“Me tly,” he said in the “pidgin English” he had picked up in his travels, and reached out his hand for the bat.
“Have a heart, Joe,” laughed Larry. “Don’t show the poor gink up before the crowd. At any rate let me show him how it’s done.”
“All right,” responded Joe. “You lead off and he can follow.”
Larry took up his position at the plate and 189 motioned to the wrestler to watch him. The latter nodded and followed every motion.
Joe put over a swift high one that Larry swung at and missed. He “bit” again at an outcurve with no better result.
“Look out, Larry,” chaffed Jim, “or it’s you that will be shown up instead of the Chink.”
A little nettled, Larry caught the next one full and square and it sailed far out into right field.
“There,” he said complacently, as he handed the bat to the wrestler, “that’s the way it’s done.”