“I—well—I hope not,” was the hesitating answer.
“Does that mean you don’t think I’m doing all I ought to?” demanded the pitcher defiantly.
“Of course not. I know you wouldn’t throw the game. Only I wish we could strike more of them out,” and the manager looked anxiously over the field as his players were stationing themselves.
“Wait and see what I do this inning,” invited Sam. “Perhaps you want that new fellow to go in the box in my place.” His voice was sneering now.
“Who, Joe Matson?” asked Darrell quickly.
“That’s who I mean,” replied Sam surlily.
“Don’t be foolish,” was the manager’s quiet answer. “You know he hasn’t had any experience in the box—or at least enough to play on our team, though I think he’ll make a good fielder. Now do your prettiest Sam. You can, you know.”
“All right,” assented the pitcher, and once more the game was underway.
The fifth inning was productive of one run for the Silver Stars and this after they had retired their rivals hitless, for Sam did some excellent pitching. There was a howl of delight as the first tally came in, making the score two to one in favor of our friends. And there was none out.