“But we didn’t, Momsey,” Joe laughed a little ruefully.
“Why, I kept count of the runs,” said his mother in surprise, “and your side made six while the others had only four.”
“That’s right, but our last three don’t count,” explained Joe. “If we could only have finished out this last inning, we’d have won. But it wasn’t finished, and so the score went back to the end of the fifth inning when the Bostons were ahead four to three.”
“I think that’s a shame!” exclaimed his mother, with as near an approach to indignation as her kindly nature was capable of feeling.
“Those old Bostons were just horrid to try to delay the game that way,” declared Clara.
“It wasn’t a bit sportsmanlike,” declared Mabel, warmly.
Joe favored Jim with a solemn wink. Both knew that the Giants would have done precisely the same thing if positions had been reversed. It was a legitimate enough part of the game if one could “get away with it.”
“Yes,” assented Joe, keeping his face straight. “It didn’t seem exactly the thing.”
“I don’t wonder Mr. McRae was angry,” said Mabel. “I’m sure he wouldn’t have done a thing like that.”