“Get out of here, you shrimp!” cried Holly Cross, making a rush at Ford. “If your uncle heard you, he’d take you out of this college for disgracing him.”
“That’s right,” agreed Dutch, making a playful attempt to trip up Ford, which the much-uncled youth skillfully avoided.
“You’re right, just the same,” declared Bert Bascome, who came up at that juncture. “The team hasn’t been managed right, and I’m going to have something to say about it at the meeting.”
The session called by Tom to consider financial matters was well attended. Tom, by general consent, was made chairman.
“You all know what we’re here for,” began the captain, who was not fond of long speeches. “The nine needs money to help it out of a hole.”
“Who got it in the hole?” asked Bascome with a sneer.
“Bang!” went Tom’s gavel.
“You’ll have a chance to speak when the time comes,” said the pitcher sharply. “I’ll be through in a minute.”
Bascome sat down, muttering something about “manager” and “money.”