CHAPTER XIV
A KETTLE OF APPLE SAUCE
“Well, Joe, are you all ready?” It was Tom Davis, and he had called at Joe’s house on his way from school, as Tom had to remain in physics class to finish an experiment, and Joe had gone on ahead.
“I sure am, Tom. Where are we going to practice? Over on the fairgrounds?”
“No, that’s too far. We’ll go down in the vacant lots back of Mrs. Peterkin’s house. There’s a high fence back of her house and that will be a good backstop, in case I can’t hold your hot ones.”
“Oh, I guess you can all right,” replied Joe with a laugh, “though I wish I did have lots of speed.”
“Say now, don’t make that mistake,” said Tom earnestly, as Joe came out to join him, having picked up some old balls and a pitcher’s glove.
“What mistake?”
“Trying for speed before you have control. I saw an article about that in the pitching book last night. I brought it along. Here it is,” and both boys looked eagerly over the book as they walked along.