"Yeou're another," flung back Crane. "I made a clean three-sacker, and yeou know it."
"Well, anyhow, you got anchored on third and failed to come home when I bunted on a signal for the squeeze. The Clearporters had barrels of fun with you over that. I remember Barney Carney asking you if you'd brought your bed."
"Oh, rats!" rasped Crane, striding toward the open gym door and carrying his pet bat. "Some parts of your memory ought to be amputated."
"What a cutting thing to say!" grinned Cooper, rising to follow.
The field, surrounded by a high board fence, was located near the gymnasium, and in a few minutes all the boys were on it and ready for business. Announcing that they would begin with a little plain fielding practice, Eliot assigned them to their positions.
"Do you care to go into right, Roy?" he asked, turning to Hooker as the last one.
"Not I," was the instant answer. "That's not my position. I'm no outfielder. Right field, indeed!"
"Oh, very well," said Roger. "Tuttle, go ahead out."
"Sure," said Chub agreeably, waddling promptly away to fill the position assigned him.
"Springer will bat to the outfield and Grant to the in," directed the captain. "After we warm up a little, we'll try some regular batting and base running, using the old system of signals."