“It was too bad,” comforted Mrs. Matson. “But, anyway, Joe, it wasn’t your fault,” she added, beaming fondly on her son.
“Call it misfortune then, Momsey,” Joe smiled back at her. “But it surely was that. We lost the game, we lost it on our own grounds, we were whitewashed, and worst of all Hughson is out for the rest of the Series.”
“That’s enough for one day,” acquiesced Jim.
“Stop your grouching, you fellows,” admonished Reggie. “You’ll have plenty of chances to even things up.”
“Oh, we’ll fight all the harder,” agreed Joe. “There isn’t a streak of yellow in the whole Giant team. The boys will fight like wildcats and never give up until the last man is out in the deciding game. We’re looking for revenge to-morrow.”
“And maybe revenge won’t be sweet!” chimed in Jim.
“Who is going to pitch for your side to-morrow?” asked Mr. Matson.
“McRae gave me a tip that I was to go in,” Joe answered.
“Then we might as well count the game as good as won,” declared Mabel.