“I—I’ll see what I can do,” replied Mr. Benson. “I’ll do all I can.”
“I’m tired of playing second fiddle,” snapped Weston, as he drifted out behind a knot of players. Joe began to think of many things.
[CHAPTER XXVI]
A SORE ARM
Yale won the toss and chose to go to the bat last—always an advantage it seems—so Joe had to go on the mound as soon as practice was concluded. The usual practice of the home team batting last did not prevail on this occasion.
The stands were filled with a mass of spectators, in which pretty girls seemed to predominate. At least Joe assumed that they were pretty for they had escorts who looked on them with eyes that seemed to bear witness to this designation. Many of them were “stunning,” to quote De Vere, who took a position in the outfield during practice.
“Just so he could be nearer some of the girls,” declared Jimmie Lee, who had the reputation of being a “woman hater.”
“Some crowd,” remarked Joe to Spike.