“Why haven’t you got your suit on?” the manager asked. “You’ll probably play some innings anyhow, and I don’t want any delay.”
“All right—right away,” Tom assured him. “I’m on the job.”
“Who do you think will win?” asked a youth sitting next to Joe on the grass.
“Oh, I don’t know,” began Joe slowly. “I haven’t seen either team play.”
“Oh, then you’re a stranger here?”
“Yes, just moved in.”
“I saw you with Tom Davis. You must be that Matson lad he told me lived back of him.”
“I am, and I hope Tom’s side wins.”
“That’s the stuff! So do I. But those Resolutes have a good nine.”
“Aw, go on!” broke in a lad back of Joe. “They haven’t any good batters at all.”