“Is that so! Scouting here, eh? Well, if they get Joe in a big league I suppose I ought to be glad, for his sake. Still, I sure will hate to lose him. He was handicapped to-day, too,” and he told of the delay.
“He sure has nerve!” was the well-deserved compliment.
[CHAPTER XXX]
THE PENNANT
The pennant was not yet won. So far the teams had broken even, and unless Pittston could take the next two games there would be a fifth one necessary.
“If there is,” decided Gregory, “we’ll make it an exhibition, on some neutral diamond, and get a big crowd. It will mean a lot more money for us.”
“Will it?” asked Joe. “Then let’s do it!”
“We can’t make sure of it,” went on the manager. “We’ll not think of that, for it would mean throwing a game away if we won the next one, and I’ve never thrown a game yet, and never will. No, Joe, we’ll try to win both games straight, even if it doesn’t mean so much cash. Now take care of yourself.”
“I’ll try,” promised Joe.