“The connection isn’t very good, I guess,” was the answer. “But listen, Joe. I want you to do me a favor.”
“Sure thing,” replied Joe promptly. “What is it?”
[CHAPTER XXII]
A HOLE IN THE WEB
“It’s like this,” came the response. “I’m making a call on an old yachting friend of mine whom I always drop in to see when I’m in Boston. He’s a thirty-third degree fan, but he’s laid up with rheumatism and can’t get to the games. I’ve been bragging to him what a pitcher you are, and he wants to meet you. Would you mind running down just for a few minutes? It won’t take you long.”
“Of course I will,” answered Joe. “Where are you and just how can I get to you?”
“His yacht is lying off Spring Street wharf. He’ll have a motor boat there to meet you and bring you over. A taxi will bring you to the wharf in ten minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” said Joe.
“That’s bully. Good-bye.”