"Wait a minute," he whispered.
CHAPTER VII
BASEBALL TALK
There was silence for a moment, following Joe's warning, and then the voice of his mother was heard:
"Joe, you're wanted on the telephone."
"Oh, all right," he answered in a relieved tone. "I didn't want her to hear about Shalleg," he added in a whisper to Charlie. "She and father would worry, and, with his recent sickness, that wouldn't be a good thing for him."
"I should say not," agreed the other ball player.
"I'll be right there, Mother," went on Joe, in louder tones and then he went to the hall, where the telephone stood. It was only a message from a local sporting goods dealer, saying that he had secured for Joe a certain glove he had had made to order.
Joe went back to his chum, and the baseball talk was renewed.