“Not quite perfect,” objected Larry with a grin.
“Why, what more do you want, you old glutton?” put in Willis.
“I’d like to have made it a goose egg for the Sox,” responded Larry.
“Some folks never know when they have enough,” remarked Joe. “I’m not kicking a single bit. That was mighty sweet hitting the boys did to-day,” he added.
“And mighty sweet pitching, too,” returned Larry. “Don’t forget that.”
The train did not leave until 11:30 P. M.; so that they had ample time for leisurely preparation. Joe and Jim dined with their party, who were quite as joyous over the result of the game as themselves. After dinner the young men took a quiet little stroll with Mabel and Clara and returned about nine.
The girls had left them to make ready for their trip, when Joe was summoned to the telephone.
“Hello, Joe,” came over the wire. “This is McRae talking.”
“Why, hello, Mac,” Joe answered. “I didn’t recognize your voice at first.”