The conspirators lowered their voices and talked earnestly. It was nearly midnight when they parted.
The next morning dawned brightly and there was every promise of a glorious day.
“How are you feeling, Joe?” asked Jim, as the chums were getting ready to go down to breakfast.
“Fine and dandy and full of pitching,” replied Joe blithely.
“That sounds good,” rejoiced Jim. “Didn’t sprain your arm on Fleming yesterday?” he inquired with a grin.
“Not so that you could notice it,” laughed Joe. “In fact it was just the exercise I needed. It made up for having no other practice, kept me from going stale, as it were.”
“It took real friendship to stay around that curve when I was fairly aching to see you do that fellow up,” declared Jim.
“I’ll do as much for you some time,” Joe consoled him.
They had barely finished their meal when word was brought to Joe that there was somebody waiting in the lobby to see him.