And, for the life of him, Joe could not help feeling a sense of anger at the youth who had so sneeringly laughed at him.
“And he’s a Yale man—and on the nine,” mused Joe.
[CHAPTER V]
OFF FOR YALE
“We’ve got the game in the refrigerator—on ice.”
“Take it easy now, Silver Stars.”
“Let ’em get a few runs if they want to.”
Thus spoke some of the spectators, and a number of the members of the home team, as the last half of the seventh inning started with the score ten to three in favor of the Silver Stars. It had not been a very tight contest on either side, and errors were numerous. Yet, in spite of the sneering laugh of the Yale man, Joe knew that he had pitched a good game. They had hit him but seldom, and one run was due to a muffed ball by the centre fielder.