"Yes, a fat chance we have!" muttered Willard, sulkily.
"That's no way for a member of the team to talk!" snapped "Muggins."
Willard did not reply. It was clear that he was disgruntled because he had not had a chance to pitch.
Then the splashing of the shower baths drowned other talk, and presently the players, fresh and shining from their ablutions, strolled out of the clubhouse.
"Got anything on to-night?" asked Rad of Joe, as they reached the hotel.
"Nothing special—why?"
"Let's go down to the Delaware Garden, and hear the Hungarian orchestra. There's good eating there, too."
"I'm with you. Got to write a letter, though."
"Tell her how the game went, I s'pose?" laughed Rad.
"Something like that," agreed Joe, smiling.