“Get out!” laughed Joe. “Don’t make me get a swelled head.”
“No danger, I guess,” retorted Tom.
Darrell and the captain strolled up to Joe, who had finished dressing.
“Well, that’s over, for a while,” said Darrell in a low voice, evidently referring to the unpleasant little incident. “I want to ask you to do some practicing, Matson. You need to try throwing a bit, for it’s a long heave in from centre field and, to be frank, you aren’t any too good at it.”
“I’ll practice every day,” exclaimed our hero eagerly.
“And I’ll coach him,” added Tom.
“Get out, you lobster, you need coaching yourself,” said the captain with a laugh. “You’ll get rusty if Darrell doesn’t get off first and give you a chance.”
“I’ll do it more often now,” said the manager. “I want to be more on the coaching line. Two wallops in two weeks is more than the Stars can stand.”
“Who do we play next week?” asked Tom.