“Say, let us send one of the high-school boys into the box for you!”
“Too bad, old man, but I guess we’ve got your goat all right!”
“I guess you know what I want, Joe,” cried McRae. “I want you to get in the box for us.”
“All right, Mac,” was the young pitcher’s answer.
“And, Joe,” went on the other earnestly, “try to think for the next five minutes that you’re pitching for the pennant.”
“I’ll do anything you say,” was Joe’s reply; and then he drew on his glove and walked out upon the ball field.
“Hello! what do you know about that?”
“Matson is going to pitch for them!”
“I guess they’ve enough of that other dub!”
“Oh, Hamilton isn’t a dub, by any means,” replied one of the spectators sharply. “He’s a good player, but a pitcher can’t always be at his best.”