“You’ll see in a minute. I’m going to give him a chance to pitch part of the game against the Fayetteville Academy nine—that is if you agree to it.”
“Sure, go as far as you like.”
At the close of the game, which was won by the Stars, though by a small margin, Darrell approached Joe.
“Well?” asked the new pitcher diffidently.
“You did first rate. How would you like to pitch part of the game Saturday?”
“Do you mean it?” was the eager question.
“Certainly. I’ll put you in for a few innings toward the end, after we’ve cinched it, for I think it will be easy for us.”
It was not the highest honor that could have come to Joe, but he realized what it meant.
“I’d like it immensely,” he said, “but won’t Sam—what about him?”