But he knew that this was only a training camp, and that they would not be here long.
He walked out on the field, feeling a little nervous and rather lonesome—“like a cat in a strange garret,” as he wrote home to his folks. But Joe’s school and college training stood him in good stead, and when he had been introduced to most of the players, who welcomed him warmly, he felt more at home.
Then he went out in the field, and began catching flies with the others.
“But I wish they’d put me at pitching,” mused Joe. “That’s what I want to do.”
He was to learn that to make haste slowly is a motto more or less followed by professional ball players. There would be time enough to put on speed before the season closed.
[CHAPTER V]
THE CLASH
“That’s the way! Line ’em out, now!”