The other did not answer, but afterward Rad said he thought he saw him wink and grin maliciously.
"Hurt much?" asked Rad of Joe, as the fellow got off and the car went on again.
"It did for a minute. It's better now."
"It looked to me as though he did that on purpose," said Rad.
"He certainly was very clumsy," spoke one of the ladies to whom Joe and Rad had given their places. "He stepped on my foot, too."
Joe worked his arm up and down to limber the muscles, and then thought little more about the incident. That is, until the next morning. He awoke with a sudden sense of pain, and as he stretched out his pitching arm, he cried out.
"What's the matter?" asked Rad.
"My arm's sore and lame!" complained Joe. "Say, this is tough luck! And maybe I'll get a chance to pitch to-day."