“You’re out!” cried Gus.
Joe leaned on his bat and looked disgustedly at Jonesie.
“You wait until this game’s over,” he said dispassionately. “I’ll see you later, Jonesie!”
Jonesie smiled sweetly and sorrowfully.
The School Team took the field and the All-Stars came to bat in the first of the second inning. But although George Wrenn found Proudfoot for a hit that landed him on first, and although Jonesie coached him superbly and incessantly, the next three batters went out ignobly.
Billy Carpenter started things going for the School Team with a long hit into center and reached second. Jimmy Buell swaggered to the plate, tapped it knowingly and waited.
“What does he want?” asked Tubby.
“Ah, to be sure! What sort of a ball would you like, James?” Jonesie inquired solicitously. Jimmy laughed.
“Any old thing, Jonesie, as long as I can reach it.”
“The gentleman is not particular, Tubby. Try a few of those ‘floaters’ right over the tee. James is using a niblick this shot.”