“Some sweet hitters!” exclaimed Markwith.
“A bunch of fence breakers,” echoed Jim.
“They’ll give you mighty good practice,” grinned McRae. “If they can’t straighten out the curves of you twirlers, nobody can. I’ll have them all on here in a day or two, and then we’ll start in training.”
The conference lasted till late in the afternoon, and just as it was breaking up, a telegraphic report was handed to McRae. He scanned it hastily.
“That settles it!” he exclaimed. “Boston won to-day, three to two. We’re up against the Red Sox in the World Series!”
[CHAPTER VI]
JOE GIVES FAIR WARNING
Although the news only confirmed what had been all along expected, it was worth a great deal to the Giants to know certainly just whom they would have to fight. Their enemy now was detached from the crowd and out in the open. They could study him carefully and arrange a clear plan of campaign.
Joe and Jim were discussing the matter earnestly, as they passed out of the Polo Grounds to go downtown.