“Joe! I don’t know how to thank you!” said the man earnestly. “If I can ever do something for you—but I don’t believe I ever can.”
Pop Dutton little realized how soon the time was to come when he could do Joe a great favor.
[CHAPTER XVIII]
IN DESPAIR
Joe and Pop Dutton arrived at the hotel in Delamont ahead of the team, which was on the way from Newkirk after losing the last game of the four. But at that Pittston was still in the lead, and now all energies would be bent on increasing the percentage so that even the loss of a game now and then would not pull the club from its place.
“Now look here, Joe,” said Pop, when he and Joe had eaten, “this may be all right for me, but it isn’t going to do you any good.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean consorting with me in this way. I can’t stay at this hotel with you, the other players would guy you too much.”
“I don’t care about that.”