“I mean—all of us,” spoke Darrell slowly, “including myself.”
“Some excitement; eh?” asked Tom, as he linked his arm in that of Joe Matson and walked along with him.
“Yes, but it was a good game just the same.”
“You play, don’t you?”
“I used to, at Bentville, where we moved from,” answered Joe.
“Have a good team?”
“Pretty good.”
“Where’d you play?”
“Well, mostly at pitching. I like that better than anything else.”