"Yes."
"How much?"
"Enough to knock him out; he got two fingers busted by a liner hot from the bub-bat."
"Good! Then I suppose that dub Hooker is pitching now?"
"Yes."
"Well, if I had any more money I'd be willing to bet the limit that Wyndham gets to him, all right. He'll get his."
"Perhaps not. He fuf-finished the fifth in style."
"He'll get his," repeated Herbert positively. "Then you'll be run in. That's why Eliot wants you. That will fix things beautifully. You know what to do."
"Yes, I know what to do," said Phil slowly, "and I shall do it if I get the chance."
"That's the talk! You can do it cleverly enough so no one will suspect that you're throwing the game, and we'll win——"