“You did your share all right, Larry,” replied Jim. “That home run of yours was a beauty. And that two-bagger was no slouch.”
“But that clout of Joe’s was the real cheese,” said Denton generously. “Gee, Joe, I was a little sore when McRae put you in to take my turn at bat. But when I saw that old apple clear the fence I knew that the old man had the right dope. I haven’t made a hit like that since I’ve been in the game.”
“Who has?” queried Curry. “I’ll bet it comes pretty close to being a record. If that house hadn’t been in the way the ball would be going yet.”
“Don’t forget, Joe, that you’ll have to pay for that broken window,” laughed Wheeler.
“I guess McRae would pay for a hundred broken windows and never say a word,” chuckled Iredell.
He would have been still more sure of this had he been able to see McRae’s face at that moment and overheard what he was saying to Robson.
“You’ve had a real bit of luck to-day, John,” the latter had remarked, his broad face radiant with satisfaction. “You’ve discovered that you have another first string pitcher. That work of young Barclay was simply marvelous.”
“You said it, Robbie,” agreed McRae. “It was a rough deal to give a young pitcher the job of beating the Pittsburghs after they had a four run lead. But he stood the gaff and came through all right. From this time on he’ll take his regular turn in the box. But it isn’t that that pleases me most in this day’s work.”
“What is it then?” asked Robbie.