“Oh, I thought I’d faint when I saw you lying there so still,” spoke Clara with a little shudder.
“So did I,” added Helen, and then Joe made his escape before they could “fuss” over him any more.
There was considerable talk going on in the dressing room when Joe entered. He could hear the voice of Sam Morton raised in high and seemingly angry tones.
“Well, I’m not going to stand for it!” the pitcher said.
“Stand for what?” asked Darrell in surprise.
“Being accused of the cause for the loss of this game!”
“No one accuses you,” put in the captain.
“You might as well say it as look it,” retorted Sam. “I tell you I won’t stand for it. Just because that new fellow made a home run you’re all up in the air about him, and for all the hard work I do, what do I get for it? Eh? Nothing, that’s what!”
“Now, look here,” said Darrell soothingly, “you know you’re talking foolishly, Sam.”