“I know it. Well, maybe he’ll improve.”
But Sam didn’t. He could not seem to control the ball, his curves broke just about where the batters wanted them and they knocked out three runs that inning.
“Matson bats for Morton!” announced the umpire when it came the turn of the Stars and the change had been mentioned to the score keepers by Darrell.
“What does that mean?” cried Sam, striding to where the captain and manager sat.
“It means that Joe is going to pitch the rest of this game,” was the quiet answer.
“He is?” Sam’s voice rose high in anger.
“He certainly is. You can’t seem to do it, Sam. I’m sorry, but we can’t afford to lose. We’re near the tail end of the league now.”
Sam shot a look at the captain. Rankin nodded his head to confirm what the manager had said. Then the deposed pitcher strode over to where the score keepers sat. Taking up a piece of paper and a pencil he rapidly wrote something and handed it to Darrell.
“What’s this?” asked the manager.