“How are you, old chaps!” responded Reggie. “Though I needn’t ask, for I can see you’re top form. Wanted to reach town in time for the game to-day, but the bally old train was late and I just got in.”
“Come right up to our rooms,” said Joe. “Of course you’ll be our guest while you’re in town. How long are you going to stay?”
“Not more’n a day or two,” responded Reggie. “The guv’nor doesn’t even twig that I’m in the city. Thinks I’m in Philly on some business of his. But I had to run over on a little business of my own. Hope to see at least one game while I’m here.”
They had little time to do more than get ready for dinner, and the baseball players forbore to question Reggie further.
“I see you boys are going great guns in the pitcher’s box,” remarked Reggie as they seated themselves at the table. “Trimmin’ the blighters as fast as they come along. Nothin’ to it but the Giants, if you keep it up. The whole country’s talking yet about that no-hit game of yours, Joe.”
“It’ll be talking about something else to-morrow,” said Joe, with a wry smile. “I was knocked out of the box to-day.”
“My word!” exclaimed Reggie, his eyes bulging with astonishment. “You’re spoofin’ me, Joe!”
“Joe just had a bad inning,” explained Jim, and went on to narrate the events of the afternoon.