“What’s the matter with Hank Armstrong?” demanded some one.
“Well, he’s pretty good, but Ford Lantry or Seth Potter on our team can bat all around him.”
“How about their pitcher?” asked Joe.
“Well, he’s pretty good,” admitted the lad who had first addressed Joe.
“But he can’t come up to Sam Morton when Sam is at his best,” said some one else, joining in the conversation.
“Yes—when he’s at his best,” repeated another lad. “Those Resolutes have it in for us, but we’re going to wipe up the ground with them to-day all right.”
“Like fun!” exploded a Resolute sympathizer. “I’ll bet you——”
“Play ball!” broke in the voice of the umpire, and the clanging of the gong warned the players and others to clear the field.
“We’re last at the bat,” said Tom, “and that means a whole lot.”